FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE, CANCRO. SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA DI IDEALI SENZA ETA'. MORTE NERA DENTRO ME. SAD DARK ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE. QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR.
Eyes opened up within the moist and dark. Trapped inside the measures of a coffin. Horrified awakening, blank fears embrace me. . Oh... beyond.... ...beyond these walls there lies infinity....
A life free of guilt exists when. The eye fights daylight yet unseen. A book with not a page written. Means hope yet sometimes to be. . (The). Stillborn one, born dead.
This is the age of the dead.. The generation of pagan and self-led.. You can feel the bones shatter beneath our feet.. The blood of lust staining our teeth..
Is there nothing I can say?. When you turn around and carry on this way. Have you lost the path we made?. When that fear had pulled you far away from grace.
I'm growing partial to detesting a disease in me.. It's head swells into beautiful. Dependency.. With teeth that feed on flesh and everything.. I swear I am not..
These words are a weapon for the ones in pain. A fair fight for the children of a lesser name. We are the war against the sick and fatal fall of man. A hollow tip to the notion of a Godless stand.
I've never been the type. To turn my back and run. It's never appealed to me. To be the same as everyone. When it comes to shove and I can't see you. Through the black.
Fire surround, in cleansing repose. Letting the filth, like venom it flows. Scar, the mark, remind us the pain. Breaking the bones that will reach out again.
Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath. Save the nights your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death. In your thoughts you played a symphony of self.
Let my Soul be a Silent Sword. Conceived in the Fire of War. I Am the Ruthless Bane of the Wicked World. And I prayed on the killing sworn. When I Carve my Name across this place it is.
The gavel has fallen along with the rest. Are we expected to settle for this?. Bring us the plague, lead us away. Blacken tomorrow with ash of today. .
Ear at the voice inside. Dig a deeper tomb and all the self can finally resonate, resonate, resonate, resonate. Tread on the path of pride. You can be the god and let the faith become your enemy, enemy, enemy, enemy.
Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry. Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise. Faith now regained. Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites.
I don't belong here. I never saw this on the path I walk. The blood-stained walls, the lines of chalk on the floor. It's getting so hard. I never saw the backlash when the tide began to rise.
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the light that guides us home.
Bow down- before the god of cash. The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast. No foundation for the fram by which you set your mind. Just a legacy for the feeble to find.
Did anyone survive?. I swear I heard your voice beyond this side. Does anyone still try?. Does anyone still hope to set their eyes beyond this place?.
Words of high cost (you spit a curse at my name). When thoughts of hate cross (I can't devour your blame). This is your choice (this is your hammer to crush).
Everything in time. Set your eyes upon the shallow surface. Hollow out your mind. How divine, you disengage your self. . Tell me. Tell me of your consolation.