The Letter from Death - Sabbat

Hello Mr. I waited for today for a long time

All you have to do is to meet him.

Meet him

The old envelope reached my house with dusty smell

But the envelope was postmark at yesterday

The flame in the lamp shakes with a little smoke

Stillness drifted in my gray room

Slow light inserts it from the stained glass of the lancet windows

Dust dances in the corner of the floor

I’m afraid something is wrong my time

I took a paperknife, and hung it on the envelope

The picture acting that has been hung on the fireplace

Cobweb is clouding up my room and my soul

The spider is does a turn one’s back to, and is looking at me

Baphomet on the shelf smiles at me and my soul

Feel alarm about an evil omen

I opened the envelope, and took that of evil

Oh.

My soul is twisted by that twisted evil

The word does an evil dance in my brain and my soul

This reached my soul.

The letter from Death

I am looking forward to receiving your favorable answer