Black Soul

Black SoulMy black soul, slowly bleeds, fragrant sweet, slowly drownsI scream for pleasure in presence of death, violence is my bloodNobody dares to look at me my eyes are full of disgraceFly, fly away, my black soulYour face twisted by fear incites my cells, my blood regenerated by horrorI laugh observing your rotten minds, and feed myself brutal thingsFly, fly...Arcane symbols are my light and my trust, dead skin adorns my body and my soulIN HOC ETIAM ANIMA POENAS EXHIBETYour face...fly, fly...