Fire danced last one for me
Licking my body of its immortal flames
Pain as a bitter pleasure growing this time and grief
A stronger thing henceforth drives me beyond all belief
Too many years of deep torments
Confined in the life's lair
Unseen slave in the light
Aspiring to the dark lands
Corroded by the glance
Of flesh are my chains
Torn from inside by the claws of loneliness !
I gaze at my wounds under my skin in vain
Just able to feel the nothingness
Clasping my howls and my hands !
Too many years of deep torments
Confined in the life's lair
Unseen slave in the light
Aspiring to the dark lands
Corroded by the glance
Of flesh are my chains
Torn from inside by the claws of loneliness
I gaze at my wounds under my skin in vain
Just able to feel the nothingness
Clasping my howls and my hands
Confused is my mind
No sounds, no moanings, white torpor
I saw my spiritual shape
Remaining at the edge of the white hell !
In my slow descent ring the lunatic horns
Recurring mad cold symphony
Inviting me at the carnival of worms
Where each tear has its meaning
End is imminent
A procession has to lead
IMMINENT USELESS SOUL...
Licking my body of its immortal flames
Pain as a bitter pleasure growing this time and grief
A stronger thing henceforth drives me beyond all belief
Too many years of deep torments
Confined in the life's lair
Unseen slave in the light
Aspiring to the dark lands
Corroded by the glance
Of flesh are my chains
Torn from inside by the claws of loneliness !
I gaze at my wounds under my skin in vain
Just able to feel the nothingness
Clasping my howls and my hands !
Too many years of deep torments
Confined in the life's lair
Unseen slave in the light
Aspiring to the dark lands
Corroded by the glance
Of flesh are my chains
Torn from inside by the claws of loneliness
I gaze at my wounds under my skin in vain
Just able to feel the nothingness
Clasping my howls and my hands
Confused is my mind
No sounds, no moanings, white torpor
I saw my spiritual shape
Remaining at the edge of the white hell !
In my slow descent ring the lunatic horns
Recurring mad cold symphony
Inviting me at the carnival of worms
Where each tear has its meaning
End is imminent
A procession has to lead
IMMINENT USELESS SOUL...