Consecration -

Black waxy candle in my hand

With dusk’s approach I go ahead

Through dark corridor of the dead

To start the séance

Open the book of ancient knowledge

Swallow a potion to fill its dark

I mutter the words from the one secret spell

I fall in trance

Potion takes over me

With wide opened eyes I can’t see

Blindness drags me into black sea

I feel fear

Unknown images beckon me

Try to keep my mind out of real

Concentrate myself on the one of them

I start to feel it

Image becomes to materialize

Gradually I start to differentiate it

It’s a performance of God Holy Play

It is a tragedy and I’m who can feel it

Darkness or Light

Endless Fight

Eternal Endless Fight!!!