Mysteries The Night Rides

Hateful and strange things
The Moon brings
Silent and smooth
Delicate and morbid
Serene are the faces of the dead

There is no more daylight
Just the full Moon shining
The weird smell of the perfume of those who have departed
Promotes a climate of misfortune

An endless garden of stone
The world of those who are gone
Melancholic is the farewell
Mysteries the night hides

A black bird is seen descending from the firmament
I can see the towers and leaky roofs of the cold city on the horizon
The worms stir and chills from afar announce the horror before my eyes see it

My flesh would not tremble for no reason
When I looked into lifeless eyes
In the fantasies of faceless tombstones I had
In faces I had never seen
That have now become real

An endless garden of stone
The world of those who are gone
Melancholic is the farewell
Mysteries that the night hides

Going down into the mud with them
The feeling of dread and the adrenaline
A glimpse of what could have been
The human being facing his most primitive fear

A sea of consciousnesses
Scattered in torn bodies
Serene are the faces of the dead
Strange is the attraction to the dead

The time has come to release the monster
Oh, I felt ready and tired
I traveled the world to understand
That there is no beginning after the end
There is an eternal end

We crawl together
Returning food to the earth that satiates the finite animal
Strange is the attraction to the dead