Katarsis Tenebris - Twilight Of Mysticism

Under a bloody moon, specters dark haunts
In a damn atmosphere, in the temple of decay
From the cold sanctuary disgrace is born
From darkness so pure and divine

There are nights that the mystical moonlight releases my being
They echo through dark valleys, of the black empire
Witches dance around the fire
And creation reveals itself majestic over the horizon

In this invocation twilight rises
Profane dimension of the spirits
Tormented by eternal fire
Opens the portal revealing the sign

An errant soul disappearing in the fog
Through the twilight of mysticism