A wandering soul. Being pursued and tortured. Trampled. No one gives me a hand. I feel the rise is impossible. . Ashes are burning. The pain increases my fears.
Sometimes. I feel I am lost in time. Too much pain, so many lies. Violence is increasing, values are missing. People are drowned in slime. . From time to time.
Intense pain is what you make me feel. Suffering every day and night. Planning my escape is how I heal. And I will release my rage when time is right.
Standing alone, my sweet. There's no chance to find the others. It doesn't make sense to you. Because you don't want it. Looking only at your own reflection.
There's a battle in my life. Between darkness and light. Will evil devour me?. Maybe in the darkness my soul wants to be. . Evilness's in the air. The world is so unfair.
You are slow to make decisions and always prefer. To be rude or to evade. You are stubborn and get very resentful when. They point out your mistakes. People are just trying to help you.
Dark and gloomy night. The wind blows again. Whispers, I can hear them. The moon hides its face. And I try to escape. . Paranoia is haunting me. I know someone is chasing me.
Someone told me. That you've been telling some lies. Somehow I noticed. That you've been hiding your cries. . You close yourself. And cover your feelings.
It's so tempting to have faith. It's so hard to pretend. A new simpler theology. Eternity in a piece of meat. . This is the first day of our last days.
Niestety, nigdy nie by?em zadowolony z tekstu tego utworu. Widocznie. zbyt marny ze mnie poeta na to, by nale?ycie odda? temperature bitewnego. ?aru, by opisa? emocje towarzysz+ce walce, by w pe?ni odmalowa? Wojownika.
The sun has eclipsed. holy angels wept. his wounds shall bleed again. when horned souls awake. . rise, the Cainian tribe. rise, disciples of light. the altars bathed in blood.
"Come, and be revealed a bull, my Raging One!. Be a many-headed dragon!. Be a lion, spuring flames!. Come!". (taken from 'Bakkhai' by Euripides). . ...and the time has come.
Oto jest widok, ktory znam od dnia narodzin. wiatr ci+gle piewa te same, wieczne pieni. Otoczony przez Duchy staje sie rowny bogom. Ognisko staje sie mniejsze i mniejsze i mniejsze....
Po?kn+?em oko opatrznoci. Palec Bo?y stan+? mi w gardle. S?oncem zapalam papierosa. To ja Wszechwiat rozpostar?em. Ja Tworca. Ja Amen. Ja Wybuchem. Ja Panem.
from the seven hundred seventy and seven whores. we were born here, within the realm of the blind. with your knees sticked to the soil. rain washed our shoulders.
remember? you pushed my body into the mud. you turned my head into stone. you broke my wings. remember? you turned my limbs into snaketails. you've forgotten about my existence.
See the generations lost. drowned in cold waters of Jordan. Sheep led to the slaughter. by humble shepherd Kephalophoros. See their heads enchained with crowns.
off the sinister heavens I strip the arc of moon. the cosmic sickle starts the deicidial harvest. I am the wheel of fortune that grinds your chest. the fruit of the storm and the kingdom belongs to me.
... and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells. he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth. he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves. and that was the slap that the giants cannot stand.