The Birth In Demoniac

There is nocturnal Sky in my heartThe Sky with silver robeIt lulles us so beautiful to DeathWhich is always nearlyOld and wise eliptical QueenWears crown on her head so bitterlyBut it doesn't sit herIn this so nice day Pluto sets directionWith wand to allAnd small child caught a glimpseTo mysterious lines hovering so farBut reachable for himIn his first dream the claw grew himIt makes one's presence feltA Sign of Witchery encroaches and takes outAbove everything and over everyoneIn that moment he saw Ironbird on the SkyFrom far UniverseAnd Daimonion was attending him by eternityCruelty is grandious art and so near for HimAt the time the Eyes of large SerpentAre fulfil with calmnessIn day of Death a new Birth will comeWhich will stregthening my pulse of Demoniac