Danse Macabre

Crosses grow like wheat,
where fields of Death are fertile
Sea winds carry abyssal fragments,
from unfathomable plans
Near the village of Kerguh,
two calvaries face at a crossroads
And when the night spreads its dark hue
through a sharp cold mist, the dead one can behold

Emerald mefitic will-o’-the-wisps
enlight this senseless saraband
Circles of Anaon gather
ghostly steps tread an unholy ground
Tormented spirits chant a hideous Miserere
whose sound spectrum takes the semblance
of the most obscene nightmare

Legions of revenants are dancing,
in an infernal whirling
Bones burst in distorted cadences...
From rifts of the Earth rise innumerable corpses
Visions of a horror so abstruse
no structured language can describe
In the pit of this macabre impetus,
the Devil conducts his impious tribe

Carnival of all abominations, magnetic borders
between the living and Hell crack
Under the baton of the humanoid
horned beast draped in a blood red shroud...