Whithin The Dark Domain

Within The Dark Domain

I've been awake in this house

She's vanished... Like a phantasm

The desperation is the mistress of my thoughts

Slave of this house

Slave of this nightmare

All seems to be so alive and macabre

Also my tears seem to live

When are falling on my face

The moon is covered from obscure clouds

But I can see... Like the eyes of a bat

Darkness wrap me in theis silence

Into obscurity of this room

I open the door... Walk in the passage

And I take the cricifix in my hand

Rooms... Stairs... And silence... Around me!!

Perhaps... I'm alone... And I can escape

From this mournful place

All is closed... Doors and windows

I'm condemned to wait her return

I shall come back in my room

I hear someone open the door

She enter with sirene mien

To say me "Good night" but before

Coming out... She looks my cricifix...

And she says:

"The people of Transylvania

Don't believe in this forms

Of faith and idolatry"

Ask me to remove my crucifix

Then come out from my room

I feel an asphyxiating sensation of fear

Now I know of the danger

I can't escape from the doors

But only from the window of my room