Macabre Locus Celesta

With gray names written in my view

of black prosperity, in this melodic morass

all the essence of desolation cries for me

silently in this locus mopish

I'm kissed by the splendor of solitude, of silence

and the dark sky of night

is refelcting in the water of my sea

whispering wrath

The black and insane wave of agony

enjoy the fall of light

for the horizon where the sun dies

and I hear the mute screams of pain from silence

When in the journey the flesh

tries to follow the shadow

the whip hand of nowhere

punishes all the ways of light

and freezes the altar of life

Walking-to the open road that I proclaim

Searching-for the ritualistic names written in my view

from the breath of the open universe

I consuem all the macabre essence

of idealistic faith.

I am a star who wanna born in the forest of dark

and my name scapes of light to be gray

while I am resting in the arms of desolation

slowly I find my own tears but frozen

And my flesh change to be a stone

now the whip hand with cadence

punishes and freezes my altar of life

So I exist not in light

So I don't exist yes in dark