Cold was my soul,
A damnation, unknown by man,
Seeking the truth, enternal termoil,
Falling into the Purgatory, damned,
How absurd the concept of life,
Facing the demons of my mind,
In this fell world, vain and strife,
Finding that Heaven was unkind.
Her eyes of blood, angered with hate
Trusting faith no more, forsaken,
Forgeting everything, "This is your fate."
She said, her voice full of sin, broken.
Who would think that I would care,
Thoughts distrupted, blessed with dark,
Holiness of your love, unable for me to bare,
Left alone in the black of my heart.
Angel of judgment, the sacred hand,
Of immolation and vengeance,
I took her in my arms, by my own demand,
Wails of the living, cries in their ignorance.
I finish writing my letter,
Signed with my love, unconsciously,
I said I'd never leave, no one was better,
"Never forget what I am, or what I'll be."
The skies, burning with the sun's rays,
Engulfed with the flames of hell, no one remebers,
Corrupted by my own Wrath, my body decays,
The crimson fire of Red September. |
