Incubus

The cold increased with darkness moving forward

The grey ground disappeared in the shadows

Of the night that began to thicken

The light of the fire was swallowed by darkness

The spectre, the nightmare

A black hole in the dark shadow

Keeper of the great secrets buried beneath the mountains

The days become long and gloomy

Terror becomes anguish

Prayers and kind words are of no use

The steps become heavy during the rest of the harsh night

Head bent, in silence

Nothing to see

Nothing but the hissing wind to hear

Until the dawn of another of nothingness and terror...

The air is thick

Even a raven cannot fly

A faint spiral smoke rises

As if the fire brooded from within the earth

Distant and threatening sounds

Echo from below

From the subterranean prisons...

Everything around is dark

Earth and sky... the eclipse reigns

The spectres king spurse his horse

He moves forward followed by the dark horde

The rock trembled

Then a great red flash

The light ripped the sky

A blast of livid chain-lightnings

The nightmare is real

There is light at the end

Here, now, only darkness

A voice: "Wake up..."

No one dies

Everyone is born again