KZOHH - To Walk In Blood... To Step A Blood...

...Washed by the ash... here on the edge of Abyss
I was awaiting, staring into dark and listening grim roar of silence...
...The more I looked, the more unveiled was the visage I faced,
It came to me, it crushed space by void and shadowed blackness darker...
...And shadows grim I saw... like pitch they chained and draped me...
...Tormenting from inside, torn and shred my flesh, and fed the river stream...
...And this voidcrusher visage held a head in hand... it was my head...

Inhaled ash of life, the dust of time and death
I saw the Dead arisen -
A daring one who laid upon the bones...

In this Wolf Hour, among the anxiety and calm,
I lay among the bones...
Thus I step now the path of Search in my dreams...
Shall I behold the traces, shall I pass them forth?
Or I remain (in) this pit forever cold?
May pile of darkness bury me in hairs,
And ghosts of abyss feast upon me...
Thus, I begin my depthwards roam,
The flare of sky shield, is not to seduce me...
Into darkness, through weaves - that's my aspiration ...
...streams flowed from hands to the bones...
I choose the dark paths...

...Streams flowed, creeping (forth) into the dark...
Upon the Pathway, transformed their patterns
Seductive to the shadows with a scent
And crimson haze of the oblivion ...
To walk in blood... to step a blood...
Am I chose Pathway?
A distant river bring the streams of ash,
And dust - is river's foam...
A dust of life, of time and death.
Towards it's shores - walk in blood...
And step upon the blood ...
I chose the Pathway Dark!