Pokwadorlun from Mukvariz by Anamura

Self-pain

In the depths of the night, shadows tear,
Accidents unfold, in the grip of fear.
Murdered by shadows, illusion or real,
Carnal abuse, a disgusting threat.

Kidnapped by fiends, led astray,
Persecution relentless, to evil domain.
Overprotection suffocates, maybe extreme,
Tortured by echoes, victim of torment.

Fears of self-pain, cause of strain,
Born of nightmares, etched in time.
In the dead of the hour, power unseen,
Haunted by shadows, a terrible scene.

Fear of accident, intentional murder,
Carnal violation, against will, taken.
Chased by horrors, protection is needed,
Torture and torment await to be seen.

Suffering arises, there is no solace,
Nightmares linger, desolate place.
Innocence shattered, by unseen power,
The pain begins, the life is over.

The shadows whisper, their sinister call,
Entangled in darkness, succumb to the fall.
Pain and ache, in the body and the mind,
The agony within, an endless bind.

Mukvariz ikcha nah uko vukatha
Pakara ka Kulthu nah kuntho uko rhaturo
Khosizkauktu ikcha rhuyamo kosmuth
Phusaniz ka Nimaknaam ikcha uko tur zukta

[The fears will not be overcome
The call of the Cult cannot be resisted
The Lords of the End will rule the cosmos
The whispers of the Nameless will be your death]

• Ambient
• epic
• ethnic
• folk
• instrumental
• soundtrack
• Spain