ths
Far away from their pestilent ways
Cleansed was I from deceitful grace
Yet, put to scorn was I
By those unclean
Enslaved by ignorance
They blindly spat upon the deity of hate
Awake is the darkest fiend
By the fallen one I shall arise
Upon bewildered masses
To whom the indulgence of my soul
Portray as sin made god
I shall revile and quell the source
Whence mockery of my kind derive
This I know
Facile shalt my quest not come to pass
Deathwish be my gift to all at last
Honour
Commended no longer as a virtue
Yet, shalt be extolled at light's demise
By the fallen one I shall arise
Believer
Speak not to me of justice
For none have I have seen
By God, I shall give as I receive
Betrayer
Speak not to me at all
You and this world ripped my fucking heart out
Again... and again... and again...



2. In Longing Spirit Landscapes

Entrance my mind with thoughts of ancient times
I wonder...
Did they walk this path...
Open seas
An endless horizon they seem
I wonder...
Where did they go...
Nightsky
Source of light and dark
I wonder...
Did they comprehend...
Seasons running through my veins
Like snow melting on my skin
They crawl beyond my flesh
And grasp my yearning soul
Alas!
The force of this divinity
What caused its end...
I drown in thoughts
Yet, answers have abandoned this place
Long ago
Blood runs cold from my arm...
Another one is now to die
Is he the last to see
The graceful entity of nature
Is he the last to have his heart and soul
Nailed in her embrace...
He passes on...