Chanting Evil

Where sun refuses

to shine, a shadowed might grows unknown,

Open wounds lie

complaining, a fading Eden for lost souls

Roaming through

blazing grounds, drained by freezing winds,

The will to rise

again caressing sin-swallowed senses.

Glancing in

virginity, led by stars of purity

while sadness can

do no harm, such a veracious heart.

Stream of fire,

attempts to lighten this dark abandoned place.

A junction for

sadness and death to unite - creeping forward.

A retribution of

drowning, charming evildrunken voices

Sounds from the

depth of the woods carried by a whispering breeze

Hear the beasts

chanting a solitude spell:

"A dreadful

abyss for a lightened beauty to fall,

Barely a touch of

madness, bathing in a grey sunrise,

Wish to see winged

saints stumble through fields of evil,

Come follow me in

the night, for heaven is blind 'round here."

See the face shine

in the moonlight, soft as silk, pure as water.

But a dark

affection, growing hidden in lonesome moments.

When just a breath

disturbing the impermeable silence

Drink deep from

the fountain of seduction and treason,

corroding your

absurd mind, let apathy take command.

Now feel the

filthy power rising on far mental horizons.

Dragging you into

infinite worlds, catching stars and moons.

Live is here for

me - distress is here for me

Constantly, aging

romance to creep on bent knees - feeble creature

Under the

disturbing blindfold control of shaping fears

A raging new run

is born for darkness and cold,

so far - and

dimness breathes for a storm, leaching this star.