Spirit of a bloody moon just come into my soul And brand with fire three sacred numbers in my heart. Flood out my mind by vermeil blood And turn to heavens my mad glance.
My dead eyes are looking into dusk sky. Inhuman sufferings are bleeding from my blackened sockets. Animal lust invaded my unscrewed brain. Collapse of past is scrubbing my soul with claws of despair.
Thoughts are coursing like stars in the sky. Stones are falling down and die out. Ash is the last one that remains of us, That will be dispersed over the sea by strong winds.
There are so many deaths…. But they wale Someone else, but no me … They change him into the dust of time, take and carry him away With shadow, just flashing for an instant in my dead eyes...
Night air felt up with inhuman screams. Midnight obscure is piercing through purple pall of pain. Fear dried up living souls once again.
My decay vest uncurled by bleak winds rush. My mad flesh shelved into itself all alive. Everything passes away. Everything powders off. It elapses beside my eyes.