Syridas melodic-death / Ostrava

Dark forces stand at the threshold
Of my understanding
Even at any cost
The spell worked, my soul is lost
Finding the creator is impossible
But I know about him
Even at any cost
The spell worked, my soul is lost

Applying a ritual to other innocents
And gradually
Their world is falling apart

The ritual has not been revealed
It is now too late
For the desires in my life
And gradually
Their world is falling apart

The smell of rotting flesh
Sign of the ritual
Bones scattered into shape
I heard a dark whisper

The dimension is complete
We are standing at the scene
We need this place now
Our bodies will probably bleed