Suspiria De Profundis

You come to visit me in dreams
 In the borderland to where darkness gleams
 In a state of bliss long gone from this earth
 You appear before me
 Far away where the skeletons are dancing
 Where the moon is red and the magic is enhancing
 Where the black birds are falling from the sky
 Where I come to die
 My visions
 Covered with flies, drenched in black
 You're dripping with burning oil
 Twisting limbs, burnt, decayed
 Alone you stand in barren soil
 The roots go deep
 And through them flows ancient continuity
 Here are the secrets of becoming
 And the doors to immortality
 The becoming of ghouls
 The becoming of ghosts that stalk the nothingness
 I hear them, echoing in the valleys of my sleep
 The becoming of ghosts
 Ever drawing nearer
 Those sighs coming from the deep
 The becoming of ghosts