"I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom"
With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul
Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes
A song of emptiness are fed again
Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity
I am alive but yet so dead
Reflected upon a frozen horizon
Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation
With a whiff of desecration and hate
And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile
Stab these thorns deeper into my heart
And free me from these depressive thoughts
- In Thro\' the Cave of Imp..
- Traces O Red The Fall An..
- Be Thou My Lethe And Blee..
- Something Unique
- The Poem Of Dark Subconsc..
- Eerily Seductive
- My Irreverent Pilgrimage
- And Still I Wither
- I Dedicate My Beauty To T..