Chorizo As An Appetizer

CHILDREN OF MALE ANTS OF SKULLS

Sons of Evil

As a cone of light unearthly
where the apostle sodomizes generations
in response to a truce was sad
that opens to our broken hand.
and delusions of old far
accompanying our breath,
with long chants that prophesy the future
and raise the chasm in our destiny.
Blood and death are waiting for the people
which sadly does not stop the twisted
steep streets of sheets and rolls
sensations of cold and strong.
going to wander in a stable
meet off the vivid child
still and cold, and without breathing
ragguaglierà us on our way.
look so dark the stars come back
the seas dry in the sun at night
burn the earth from the blind revenge
ruthless toward its creation.
in the sky While the light fades,
is the dark mass that affects humans
watching helplessly your domain
flakes while the morning sky.
A new dawn awaits even the hero
that maybe no one will ever see
in a still sky vine absorbed
as trapped in a mirror of death.
But small points percorron tin,
are the sons of evil, heaven and the spider
of sordid thoughts Ombre mellifluous
swept away by the appalling Brezzo
flowing in search of brave warriors
to kill them in a dignified manner.
And a gray sky to the rainbow s'affaccerà
matching the color of the water
fierce changes of the past
that the world will never be forgotten .
and profusion of disciples who think fan
as the system is already damaged
travel the world in search of a way.

(danleroi)