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The Gathering
Circus of the Freaks
Phantom Manor
The Tomb
The Graveyard
The Dove Has Died
Smash Your Idols
Skeleton’s Swing

The Gathering

Congregate filii tenebrarum
impius ritus incepturus est

Circus of the Freaks

Hi my dear,
I’m the preface to your fears
Look, I’m short
And my name is

Hi, Im a freak

Gabba gabba gabba gabba gabba gabba gabba gabba
We accept you all
We accept you all
Circus of the Freaks
Circus of the Freaks

Let me introduce you to my friends
Josephine Joseph and Pinhead
Bow yourself to the king, Johnny Eck
Say hello to the prince, Snake Man

Phantom Manor

6 a.m in the morning
The world is so gloomy
I lay in my warm bed
Just petrified
A dance of shadows I see
They tear my mind
Pieces of sanity

Fall from the sky

While the light is yawning
I feel mesmerized
By those dancing entities in front of my eyes
I feel the touch of Death on my neck
They’re moaning words I don’t understand

There is a fog in the air
I feel a pain that’s insane
I am the fog in the air
Tamer, lord of your scares
I am the fog in the air
The damned souls I gather, I gather, I gather
We are the fog in the air
You don’t understand
My friend, you’ve died

Oh, the phantom manor is not alone
He gathers all the damned souls

Hidden in the ancient library
I find a diary
Edward Thanatos
“I see the ghouls…”
Enjoy your reading poor little scum young man
I lived in suffer, you’ll soon understand
I was an error for my parent
‘cause I can see the ghosts

Edward Thanatos is the Phantom Manor
And I am his damned soul


I protect the world
I protect the Gods
El by my side
Mot, oh you snide

I bow to you oh you cruel God
Mot nod to me
Here is my soul

Call me Baal
To cry you shall
Anat, revenge me at dawn
Call me Baal

Spread among the worms
I rise, Mot you squirm
I am a dying God
and of the deads I’m the patron

I nod to you oh you cruel God
Mot, look at me
I am your wound


Shadowland, day 9
I keep to write about the bride,
A mother of moonkind
I have search
Since dawn of mankind
Man has to hide at night

Curse of the moon
Corpses every month
Lie in the woods
bited and pulped
An endless hunt
The theets that blunt
She howl at night
You point the sight

Her breathing behind your dirty neck
The Wolfgirl is coming to infect

Shadowland, day 12
I keep to delve into the shelves
I’ve found a spell, I’ve found a damn
Cast by a witch against a madam
“Oh sweetheart, sweet gem
You killed the wolf that ate your lambs
So I curse you
To realize how poor we are
Without some fight
Inbreed the innocents
Biting the blood vessels
Look at the beast you are
An hairy wolfmoon madam
Remember rotten heart”

I look at night to see the light
Of the moon, my enemy
I feel thrill, I feel ill
My nails are growing fast
Time for the beast
I feel the rage


Midnight is falling on the sea
The fog arises, we can barely feel
the world around us is enchanted
Gloomy, wicked and slanted
Shivers set free as we approach
To the Leviathan’s curse

Apsu defeated by Ea
Leviathan, protect the Mother
Su-ma la zuk-ku-ru si-ma-tu la si-na-ma

Oh mother Tiamat
When the clouds defeat the stars
When the moon gives birth to dark
Primordial chaos pollutes the earth

Mother, give them war
Generate demons such as the Gods
Gather them to the war Marduk started before
Silent soldiers in a row
Waiting for the call

The Tomb

The wind is singing lullabyes
Outside the mausoleum I lie
A light arises from the grave
Jervas is, is written upon the tomb

The rusty gates of the mausoleum
are staring me tonight

Sanatorium awaits
I see coffins open wide
I’ve died before I realize it
A requiem for my eternal sleep
into the tomb

The Graveyard

We live our lifes thinking about the death
What a nonsense
We born in death crying for the end
Life is decadence
We, the designers of our fates
We abdicate
And we donate our souls to a fear
Thet we’ve created

A salty sea falling from a sky
Entrapped in a face that won’t smile
Who is dead? Who is alive?
The match point is

In the Graveyard
Embrace your faith
Lay in the silence
Of the Graveyard
Vault of your soul
Buried down below
In the Graveyard

All walking deads walking haunched
Approaching graves
Crying for an end that won’t escape
So bury yourself!
If you die once it won’t be so bad
To die for Her sentence
You don’t realize we live together, alives and deads?

The Dove Has Died

My magnificent knights
It’s finally arrived
it’s the last peaceful night
for the ungrateful light

Wings are broken and burned
Once we were badly spurned
Condamned, hated and unturned

And when the feathers fly
It turns all black the sky
I watch my troops so pride
The dove has died

“On the side night I’m ready now to arise with my mighty wings.
In the precints of light, whose fault? whose but God own?”

Smash Your Idols

Rise, bloodbath
Die, sickness
Pride, golden
Crime, scarlet

The serum of thee
Pours up as to flee
Wishes to spread his wings
Cut your rusty strings

Relax your values
Smash your idols
Beat the worm
From above you’ll see

Crush, ashes
Blaze, over
Love yourself
World empty

“Watch them clamber these swift monkeys. They clamber over one another, and thus drag one another into the mud and the depht. They all want to get the throne that is their madness, as if happiness sat on the throne. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys, and overardent foul smells their idol, foul they smell to me, alltoghether these idolators”.

Skeleton’s Swing

What a strange omen shattering my mind

I’ve just heard a voice hell-like

“Memento mori, you have to die”

All I know is that I’m gonna freak out

It’s not funny, I’m gonna blow out

“Everything comes to an end, just watch and start to dance”

Take your hat and take your stick

Get rid pf that putrid meat

Ger ready to celebrate your new life

Into the grave

Take your hat and take your stick

Get rid of that putrid meat

Get ready to celebrate your new life

Into the grave

Dancing bones are coming towards me

I’m paralyzed and they’re all smiling

“Shake your ass, embrace the death, the night is our until day break”

A compelling need appears to me

I need to dance, I need to swing

“Poor boy, get used to that, the night is our until day break”