Hate To The Light Of Life in Pagan

In the depth of the damned untouched one
Exist the shadows only
In which the Evil is born
Black phantoms of Death
Are united among gloom.
The devestated souls are filled
With hatred and anger
To the light of life
I walk into this untouched one
To become the same phantom
To be vanished into the gloomy quiet
Of the untouched one,
United by spirit of Death