Paroles de Book 4: From Thy Beyond Shub-Niggurath

Here from so high pick where the raven dare When the sky obscure itself Wewait the night icy cloak cover the earth A pungent death scent in the air is hold on roving breeze In a grave silence of a dying nature Hear out corpse tore by wolves Spectral lament in a dense fog suffocated From eons the Blind Sleeper In obscure ends of the earth lies Open His white eyes whispering words to wind The Abyss from so far echo Of time of a time By iced side the Silence aeonic From thy beyond The cosmic silence abyssal Ritorna a sedere sul Suo Oscuro Trono Al Suo eterno Regno.