7 acessos
Complacency slaverings of misanthropism repressed
Oppressive blackness -
Inks over pleas of an another dying sun
Hails rebirth of a once-deposed past
Transcended some wild night
Of tormented spirits
In the abyss calling for mine
Oh ! egeria of passion
Which incubus spirit thine majestuous steps disfigured so
Unto such a spasmodic waltz
For in wailing vortex
Nights throughout with every defaced life intrigue
Where is there blood that drips to see
That's only curdled red wheresoever to see
Never would nor should i ever know whence infinity admire
Am i conscious i am dead
Lost in hypnotic dispossession of my soul
But the only thing i know is the fear to die
The fear to die
Delectations of limbonic art
Embrace me for more than twelve
Out of knowledge....
.... and here
Saved by dogmatic possession of my soul
Never shall i....
Die !