Weyanya from Mukvariz by Anamura

Phobia

In the depths of the night, shadows reign,
Pleasure twisted as pain, happiness' bane.
Great beasts arise, a powerful danger,
Fallen from the heights, the tallest tower.

Cramped spaces, suffocating slumber,
Terrible storms, lightnings and thunders.
Blood and scars, injection in veins,
Venomous bite, poison to die.

Fears of phobia, terrible obsession,
No way to escape, it's your possession.
Nightmares remain in the deep of the soul,
Founded or not, perhaps you are a fool.

Fear of pleasure, the dream of depression,
Beasts and heights, both can be dangerous.
Confined forever, storms of agony,
Blood and venom, the deadly shine.

The shadows grow fears, darkness descends,
Irrational, senseless, the danger blends.
Losing control with their looming presence,
Haunting the soul, terrible specter.

In the grip of phobia, bound to fall,
In the depths of fear, hear the call.
The glimmer of hope will not persist,
Hidden fright, in the silent fight.

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