Gaze around, fearful sepulchral shadows.
Standing into the earthy depths.
Mixture of things without size and color.
Images passed along in the most marvelous dark
Copies of the same sand [bad word]  to be the only creep.
Vast wilderness of undiscovered creatures,
Present the underworld twice in my eyes.

Dimension out of man's site,
Out of light, out of shadows.
Reality is down beyond seasons and process. [bad word] and forms from objects and life

Excels the life of micro cosmos.
The [bad word] within every existence.
The inside of the intrinsic life.
Nothing beyond underworld's essence
Shall issue to shine their darkness,
For their fate lies upon abhorrence.
Weak to the sunshine,
Strong to resist beneath the blanket of ground.

Away they stand of mortal pain,
Creatures live along with their shape,
Ignorantly are passing through their limits,
And life is secure from any pain.

Naked spirits all around,
Growing into the forever lost dark vale.
Settled to behave madly,
Hosted to serve the unknown.
Gathered to the empty part of earth,
To the helliest region of Varathrone.