Heavy steps. "Pon the time I drag corpse of the world.
Void. To* far in void. Shorewards of the unseen...
But so tangible are these
Images and sites of none* [no one] to speak.
Whoever will be born here aye
And leave the world
Staying in the world festered body without head -
Look! It"s me, the Undead. Do you remember?
Anyway I feel I kill his world.
Now I see it through my looking eyes
In his of victim.
I"m the whole world
Of flesh in symbols
Of merciless Christ butchery.
What"s the glory to be born here
And to feed the roaring grave hole?
Days or years in dogworld ...- So anslough
and leave no life behind you.
Life will lie, will gone*, will die.
One day it shows the way to die twice
And more again.....
-Do listen to me
While days coming years.
I"m the adept.
Once teared with knife
Of eternal obscure
By my own hands
I am the harvester of all the pain now.
I"ve never been as close to my victim as now.
World that"s let burst in
Centuries ago an later
Won"t hide him from me
And thoughts, enfleshed
But not only by words.
They"re screams - flesh of fear and suffer -
Norestrained* real feelings of being.
Resound in tunes of war hymns.
Prelude of the blood release.
There he"ll be chased
With blades and fire thousand times.
They"re beasts of my mind-
Furious Cold Livid Everything.
Clamed* the earth with wounds and scars.
Twisted reality tableaux
With it"s* blood - my desire, trembling inside.
Sprawling by mural paths
Above the hunger world of grave, within,
Absorbing the cross of master and slaves on -
Resurrection to rot away.
Wait no mercy from them...
They are - the need of tragedy be done.
It calls me with fear to praise me with souls and lives.
I"m here - the imminence of immense
Blowing away the dust of incredible fires of dreams,
Killing just by existence and thoughts,
Merging with black letters on white stone seas
Of cities of chains and cells -
The blessed home of dog false.
When closing eyes they see it"s burning.
I am here. I am hate. I am disease
By ravens of spirit and rats of hunger
Feasting the carrion of new golden nephilim.
By burning steps "pon the b***** sky flesh
Unseen, dressed in infinity dark c0ld breath
And all mine is...
All mine - defleshed words
Into the thoughts and feelings of hate.
All mine - my own found hell.
All his - golden gallows.
I find him with my looking eyes
And feast the renaissance blood, renaissance plague.
Void. To* far in void. Shorewards of the unseen...
But so tangible are these
Images and sites of none* [no one] to speak.
Whoever will be born here aye
And leave the world
Staying in the world festered body without head -
Look! It"s me, the Undead. Do you remember?
Anyway I feel I kill his world.
Now I see it through my looking eyes
In his of victim.
I"m the whole world
Of flesh in symbols
Of merciless Christ butchery.
What"s the glory to be born here
And to feed the roaring grave hole?
Days or years in dogworld ...- So anslough
and leave no life behind you.
Life will lie, will gone*, will die.
One day it shows the way to die twice
And more again.....
-Do listen to me
While days coming years.
I"m the adept.
Once teared with knife
Of eternal obscure
By my own hands
I am the harvester of all the pain now.
I"ve never been as close to my victim as now.
World that"s let burst in
Centuries ago an later
Won"t hide him from me
And thoughts, enfleshed
But not only by words.
They"re screams - flesh of fear and suffer -
Norestrained* real feelings of being.
Resound in tunes of war hymns.
Prelude of the blood release.
There he"ll be chased
With blades and fire thousand times.
They"re beasts of my mind-
Furious Cold Livid Everything.
Clamed* the earth with wounds and scars.
Twisted reality tableaux
With it"s* blood - my desire, trembling inside.
Sprawling by mural paths
Above the hunger world of grave, within,
Absorbing the cross of master and slaves on -
Resurrection to rot away.
Wait no mercy from them...
They are - the need of tragedy be done.
It calls me with fear to praise me with souls and lives.
I"m here - the imminence of immense
Blowing away the dust of incredible fires of dreams,
Killing just by existence and thoughts,
Merging with black letters on white stone seas
Of cities of chains and cells -
The blessed home of dog false.
When closing eyes they see it"s burning.
I am here. I am hate. I am disease
By ravens of spirit and rats of hunger
Feasting the carrion of new golden nephilim.
By burning steps "pon the b***** sky flesh
Unseen, dressed in infinity dark c0ld breath
And all mine is...
All mine - defleshed words
Into the thoughts and feelings of hate.
All mine - my own found hell.
All his - golden gallows.
I find him with my looking eyes
And feast the renaissance blood, renaissance plague.