A Death In Its Plenitude

Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls Lights dim before me and enthralls all I`ll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark Teach me to drip own tears For the pain of other`s hearts Not the essence, but the woe of mankind To weep within my crying Root the strength of love and hatred Let blood flow in purest red Root the angels` rage into my soul Let it grow There is something infidel that`s gonna happen today Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay The obscurity`s curtain I paint as the blind Life`s tumult in the free fall The ghouls chasing its trace Oh, dreams, here ended all Is there something in us all That can last forever? I feel the strange penetrating my fibres Mocking at my vacant sferes Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture A death in its plenitude!!!