That cold that feeds my blood,
Beholding the dead fortress of conscience,
Hold my hand while I stop breathing the flames,
My suffered corpse will hit the
Ground while you pray for my life.
I can live anywhere,
Once it be outside my flesh,
Yes! I belonged to the nightmare of existence,
Finally I've reached the rotting world of god,
I can't accept a god bigger than d**h,
Feel the sun getting colder,
Awake the demons
You fed on your cries and laments.
Revelate them in a stream of endless contempt.
Memories will adorn your coffins,
An orgy of ma** destruction
And unordered thoughts,
Mindless and violent ritual,
The seed of perseverance that dies in reverence.
Chaotic antithesis described in a book as salvation,
Denying the image of a god
That no longer deserves being adored,
Sculptured in world that forgot to be buried.