Transylvanian Worship
Misshapen Hatred
The dying nightmares were always torturing my soul,
I know where the headstream is, but I can not destroy.
Only continue living in pain,
in the immense shadows of human being.
Everyday I ask myself what I am?
Maybe a corpse living in the dead.
In this modern world I just like a leper,
Feeling all the discrimination and nonhuman treatment.
In this human world I just like a rat,
Exceeding lowliness, exceeding loneliness.
Through one day I hear a song called "Transilvanian Hunger",
So cold, so dark,
Just like my deadly heart and soul,
I fade my soul to these grim sounds,
Like a light I saw through my dark space time...
Follow the light I found my sword,
It stands alone on the top mountain of Transylvania,
I raise the sword and Satan coronate me,
I hear the triumphal ovation and all warriors' praise…
I waked up by the TV ad and had to start another gray day.
Had to face the tragic practice again when dreams vanished,
Had to face this illusory human world,
But I know my heart has stay in the cold void,
Transylvanian, my true homeland...