The Eggs of Melancholy - Mütiilation

The desertic summer fades, the black curtains opens on a depressive autumn

The ground gave rotten fruits this season

The black wings of melancholy above the superstitious mortals

The dogs bark at the moon, children wake at night

Since the appearance of those weird black eggs

No chance for an exorcism in this place forgotten by god

Some of them speak of witchcraft but no scapegoat to crucify

Peasants in starvation and fear, epidemics over animals

Each day opens on new victims, cursed by a strange evil

No one to bless the funeral, the priest was buried one week ago

Fields are changing to mass graves

People dwell in the church which has turned weird and dark

Ignoring the chapel is the nest, they get close to Evil

Curse spreads over the villages around as a magnetic wave of sadness

The wind carries the carrion’s stench, the eggs of melancholy