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With wrath unleashed
As the mayhem feasts
In the cold, white light of rage
Smolder bloodscythed eyes
Seeking sacrifice
From crystals templing whispers
Soon to blight with ice

I rise as storms roar out my name
For thee, belief and this holy shame
Of a million promises and hope aflame

A world benumbed in vitreous wonder
When misery and myth like a burial gown
Coffined the void between God and Gutter
I watch it faithful?.

Lost-love affairs left footprints on a marbled ocean
Wasteful purity decoys a coy sunrise
The essence of beginning in each breath aspired
Towards the twilight gates of Paradise
My feet have failed the steep vicious conservation
My sombre view faith- to-faced comforting morgues
Will my pulsing screams reach this sharpened distance
Or will it fade in agonies?

A seething rupture through the skies
White silent Death before me
As poor as mankind´s lonely lies
As quiet as their mourning.
When nightfall crawled to Eden
A snake to stay, another tragic crime
The frost that grew on dusky meadows
Of mortal souls- this frost was mine.

This frost was mine?

I have fallen asleep
I have fallen so deep
I touched the stars that are all but hole
It was a cataract glare
So no one was aware
That every night was as bright
As the finale?

My tracks
Faded black
In the endless white of our aberration
Sunsets
Defect
The glorious grief of my sole horizon

I have fallen asleep
I have fallen so deep
I touched the stars that are all but hole
It was a cataract glare
So no one was aware
That every night was as bright
As the fucking finale?

A seething rupture through the skies
White silent Death before me
As poor as mankind´s lonely lies
As quiet as their mourning.
When nightfall crawled to Eden
A snake to stay, another tragic crime
The frost that grew on dusky meadows
Of mortal souls- this frost was mine.

I kept breaking the ice
As I swore broken lies
I counted steps to my dead-end kingdom
With a storm-weary glance
I missed the last chance
From a darker daze
To the grace of graves

My aim
Was the same:
Still the endless white of our aberration
Unfold
The cold
For behind you lurk missed destinations

I have fallen asleep
I have fallen too deep
I touched the stars that are all but hole
No one was aware,
No caryatides there
But ecstasy, apostasy
And pearls that wet in porcine
Scum?

(I stripped my robes to feel this pain?
It´s the end of the line
I´d end the line for you again)

Text přidala GodKill

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