Restless way of unholy mind
generously shares the pain of imagination,
It's* fiery tongues lick the oneiroid's* blood,
Dusk and night [are] like cliff and abyss
are just fleeting shadows of sight.
eclipsing the purity of intention of sleep.
It comes again. Slowly.
flagrant the earth as it's l***ed.
Agony make-believe, procreation
of malice supreme.
It's just fleeting sight of hell
Vast, prodigious.
It's on the point on infinity dark
When the horizon is red.
...slowly, flagrant the light.
Tragedy and of human.
It's the misery throned* on the cross,
Vast, prodigious.
It's on the earth that I hate,
When I see the spawn of him
When I see they come this way,
But mean themselves.
While this world leave the past
to be reborn with new sunlight
You will be this one
who will see it through my eyes
But keep the secret -
Thus birth the silent words of mind
the Unholy.
You just know-this world is the dreams
They are as much as the "dreamers".
And to win this fight is no way in this
"endless sleep" -
But not for the evil-minded.
Dusk and night are like cliff and abyss
I come, through torchlit way
of gallery of moribund times.
generously shares the pain of imagination,
It's* fiery tongues lick the oneiroid's* blood,
Dusk and night [are] like cliff and abyss
are just fleeting shadows of sight.
eclipsing the purity of intention of sleep.
It comes again. Slowly.
flagrant the earth as it's l***ed.
Agony make-believe, procreation
of malice supreme.
It's just fleeting sight of hell
Vast, prodigious.
It's on the point on infinity dark
When the horizon is red.
...slowly, flagrant the light.
Tragedy and of human.
It's the misery throned* on the cross,
Vast, prodigious.
It's on the earth that I hate,
When I see the spawn of him
When I see they come this way,
But mean themselves.
While this world leave the past
to be reborn with new sunlight
You will be this one
who will see it through my eyes
But keep the secret -
Thus birth the silent words of mind
the Unholy.
You just know-this world is the dreams
They are as much as the "dreamers".
And to win this fight is no way in this
"endless sleep" -
But not for the evil-minded.
Dusk and night are like cliff and abyss
I come, through torchlit way
of gallery of moribund times.