A night of sepulchral curses
What a wondrous night indeed
To seek pathways spiraling downwards
Towards depths unknown
What lies in darkness I do not dare to guess
Yet deeper and deeper I tread
Further! Further! Come closer, they said
Forgotten tongues whispering in feverish dreams
Tongues, in thousand gaping mouths
Mouths spewing fire, Fire of the Under
This eventide differs from the others before
There is a presence behind the moon
Lingering above, yet calling from below
Oh, how could I resist this urge
Can you hear the roaring streams of Phlegethon
Smell the poisonous mists rising from Élivágar
Behold! The nest of the serpent before us
Obsidian eyes watching, judging our souls
Are you the one inside me
You, the eleven-headed nifel-wyrm
Further! Further! Come closer, they said
Forgotten tongues whispering in feverish dreams
Tongues, in thousand gaping mouths
Mouths spewing fire, Fire of the Under
There is no going back, no ways to return
Demonic madness I welcome thee to take me