Towards The Abyss کے بول

Dark clouds Have flooded the skies Thunderstorm makes me Open my eyes I follow my instincts Into the night The forest invites me With branches spread wide Sometimes a lightning far away Illuminates my blackened way Through the gate of nature I pass The one plaited from wet leaves and grass Black in darkness I disappear Where the hum of wind So clearly I hear The gale winnows My already wet hair And icy-cold rain Flows down my face And I smell a scent so fresh And intense Now I can feel the Lucifer's Presence He is calling on me - Lucifer! Into the abyss (of Hell)