Welcome the Godless Crawling so deeper... Nobody should have to do it that way...
Breathing so higher... Having thoughts that are never the same...
As I stand here trapped in immortal rites that aren't mine by choice...
Welcome the Godless!
Living, dying... For something I won't do again.
Screaming, scratching... And the Godless shall be blessed all the same.
A Gothic Ghost - The Death Of All BeautyOh how hurting was the touch,
Lived as an omen of farewell... greyness fell upon an already darkened dream,
When never seen the sorrow,
When never seen the pain.
Now we face the walk all through the garden,
Blood red flowers gathered round...
In a sorrowful embrace we won't fear the thorns,
God and His Disgusting ChildrenTowers of ruins are standing tall, towards a gray and wrathful sky
Derelict stoups dirty with drool, can’t satisfy the thirst of mice
Inhale the fever
The walls of cry do crumble down, fulfilling lungs with abrasive ash
On wounded knees, the time is now, to curve the back to the stash
Springtime Deaths Refreshing winds from distant skies,
a dying love from distant eyes.
Another cruelty brought to me.
And again a flower born and before it withers
wind's whispers are blowing it away...
Falling leaves from trees that died,
The Heartfelt Murder In a slow dance, we're proceeding, into this ritual... of stillness.
As if no fate... is waiting, we are down... on our knees, melting down...
With closed eyes... we see it, this downfall... implacable.
As if no prayer... may save us, in calm... we mourn...
Crumbling...
Which truth does stand for all... now?
Let us stare... to nothing.
The Poison of the Naga From the dynasty of the waters
Rising from the depths with ascetic discordance
Floods of destruction after rains of fertility
A liquid taste of slaughter
Deity of virulent poison, prowess and endurance
From the water tree giving His offering