(Tale III) The Apocalyptic Catharsis

I have always been a lonely traveller

Caring for tomorrow is senseless to me

I am just waiting for my final hour

I believe in misanthropy

My poor life is so empty that

I have become addicted to pain

Enjoying my existence for its cruelty

I feel that I am surrounded by unimportance

I've seen thousand places and all were loathsome

I can't understand why someone has created life

I've met hundred people and I killed them all

In my dreams, images show that reality is decomposing

A Messiah is here and only Death remains

But suddenly, my head's going round, my sight's growing blurred

Now I can feel a sweet shiver; weird but strong sensation

I'm on my knees

The colours are gone, all is black and white

Now I can hear these human yells I have always dreamed of

I know the next scene too

Lots of people came, the terror shows in their face

They're running away

Something monstrous appears

Cerberus the Dog, bringing winged Demons

With him from the path of Hell

Atrocious tortures have begun

The final spectacle starts here

It seems that someone has achieved my wishes!

Weak ones, I've seen your fate but now this is real

Listen to the Armageddon!

It's like a prophecy, which came true thanks to my soul

Accept the evidence: I've been chosen by Satan!

My conscience is controlling the catastrophe

I shall annihilate this world for the infernal King

These sickening visions of horror purify

My spirit with emotional outbursts

The matter's vanishing

The death of Earth I require

Ruling the elements

Grim orgasms I can reach

But quickly, the silence is back

And the plant is wholly defaced

Images are distorted, agony has won

Forsaken and lost

I wander with only one aim

To wait for the final disintegration

And I understand

The meaning of my impious life

To win the war against

Life and then to die

I'll suffer until my last breath

For my powers are consuming me

But great is my catharsis

I'll soon join my Lord