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At the full moon of Owl Mountains [?]

From the mists of ancient paths.

The silence is the Temple.

The mystery is a key.

Mountains covered by black smoke

Tunnels inside whispers.

I materialised myself from the tomb of stone cave,

to meditate in the forest of fears.

I'm the woods dweller!

Eater of winds.

Traveller of caverns of black energy.

Mountains here are silent,

but they are keepers of dark pulse.

Mystery and secrets surrounded by time.

Through the legends

a knowledge is hidden.

I'm possessed by dark knowledge.

Possessed by the Owl Mountains moon.

Possessed by Wolfsberg howling winds.

Ramenberg, Schindelberg, Ramenberg, Säuferhöhen

I call all spirits to rise up from the tombs,

to scream the secrets,

to tell stories.

I'm possessed by them.

I call to open portals

to dimensions of dark matter and energy,

to frequencies of black entities realms.

Let this world die!

I want to explore

every inch of hidden mysteries.

From ancient times,

from forbidden worlds.

Hidden from human eyes and senses,

the knowledge is hidden in stones.

Let it speak in transmitting coils of human brain.

The mind is a gateway to dark worlds of fallen angels.

Howling wind as prayer,

razorsharp snow through the paths.

Trees are watching,

observing your dreams.

Freezing cold of those hills,

is a fuel for nightmares.

It will follow You

It will follow You...