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!!!