Mirrors of darkness

From the nightmarish canvas are lacerated

Two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes.

Winter weeps for its own extinction

And its morbid reflection of reckoning

Is shackled in two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes…

In the barren necropolis, in a viscous flow,

The darkness ruinously descends

And the tenebrous muse unleashes her feline tongue

Delivering the void of the obscure runes, with her opiating fragrance…

Primeval reflection!

I foretell the muse’s devouring concealed beyond the opaque eternity…

Forsaken is time, a last gasp with sickened gaze,

Furies, hidden in the fog, lacerate the nightmarish canvas.

And the muse’s shadows frozen the pitch black Styx

Into a morbid reflection of reckoning

Upon the cadaveric winter –

Haunting reflection!

I foretell the muse’s devouring concealed beyond the opaque eternity…

Abyssal deep I enter the wretched reflection of reckoning

And upon the heathen altar – the midnight marble carved in sinful taints –

I relinquish my sepulchral soul,

Festering breathless,

Laying upon her the thorny mystic roses, somber and eerie ceremony,

Impish reflection! The muse and me!

Twilight… Night! The apocalyptic moonlight sonata from a blackish piano!

The weeping wraiths are slain by sinister ravens.

Enthroned in the barren necropolis

The Gipsy darkness,

The depraved corpses

Are shackled in two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes…