Land Of Million Crosses

Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain
My dreams led me through lands I had never known
Through abodes of horror where no one should tread
How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?
The corpse-world, a world full of tortures
Which stuck on the edge of madness
In one-step to the empty abyss
This land is inhabited by ghosts and fading memories
In the midst of the abode of horrors
You did not notice your death
Is it possible for a madman to go mad?
You are praying to be not in this black cold place
There is nothing, just an endless

Fall
Oblivion
Through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil

The tortured land is haunted and poisoned
In the midst of the abode of horrors
On the end of the worlds
You did not notice your death

Spectral voices call
To the festival
Of the burial

Their speech is full of stench and poison
In the void of unspeakable hunger they feast
But the viands of dust are tasteless
There is no other food here, only flesh
A lavish revelry for scavengers and worms

Our forefathers sank
Into the silence of death long ago
In lands where tombs
Tombstones take roots

The long-suffering land
Is haunted and frozen in rigor mortis
In the midst of the abode of horrors
On the line of no return
The tortured land is haunted and poisoned
In the midst of the abode of horrors
On the end of the worlds
You did not notice your death

Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain
My dreams led me through lands I had never known
Through abodes of horror where no one should tread
How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?
The corpse-world, a world full of tortures
Which stuck on the edge of madness
In the step to the empty abyss
Is it possible for a madman to go mad?
You are praying to be not in this black cold place
There is nothing, just an endless
Fall