AgathodaImon - A Death In Its Plenitude

Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls

Lights dim before me and enthralls all

I`ll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark

Teach me to drip own tears

For the pain of other`s hearts

Not the essence, but the woe of mankind

To weep within my crying

Root the strength of love and hatred

Let blood flow in purest red

Root the angels` rage into my soul

Let it grow

There is something infidel that`s gonna happen today
Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay

The obscurity`s curtain I paint as the blind

Life`s tumult in the free fall

The ghouls chasing its trace

Oh, dreams, here ended all

Is there something in us all

That can last forever?

I feel the strange penetrating my fibres

Mocking at my vacant sferes

Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture

A death in its plenitude!!!