from the dark past

mayhem in de mysteriis dom sathanas albumunden derin bir ciglik.

a face in stone...decayed by age
a man who has returned to tell of his damnation
fears so deep, the mouth open wide
the dream died away before dawn of this time
the eyes - stares so empty
the mouth - screams so silent

tell me - what did you see there
in the darkness - of the past
ancient times legends stories so dark
blackened his sight now

not even the memories are left
back after such a long time
the stone is cold as death
but what formed its true fears
only the wind is able to tell