TRAVELING TO THE NIGHTMARE
In cravings of hidden memory
man lies supine traveler
with long blood-soaked sword
and left wings of the demon charm.
meat parts collected for road
drops of excrement slipping fast
along paths at the time prohibited
recesses of infected and suspicious death.
New symbols arise to heaven
reversa a star, burning and malicious
ancestral horns arising from the abyss
as humanity in knees freezes on the vision.
Flocks of blacks Hawks Paint the sky
as a painter's brush strokes of evil
strange reddish color is added to black
desperate barking of an era submissive.
New signs welcome the battle
the army crush the infernal skies
gashes and dismemberment echo in the night
between the cries of the people lost.
The final war has begun but
I can tell it because I am the guardian
this task was entrusted to me in the past
when all the evil that surrounds us was not even born.
I am the messenger and delivery silent death
pain, loss, strenuous taste
sprinkle of blood and guts the way
on their way to the nightmare now infinite.
Death! death! Death is merciless
hidden in the dark waiting for mocking
welcomes the unwary in his fleeting breath
giving him perhaps the last dark thoughts divine
If you close your eyes and look for me with the heart
can you hear me sigh, laugh or laugh
flee as you want, I am faster
when it comes your turn, no escape you are mine.
Son these days of celebration, times of joy
finally I prayed for by name
thousands of people crying for me
horror of life aspiring to a pit.
Take me away from these feelings
pray for death to end a torture
tears of blood strewn my path
but We're just a poor start but frightening.
(danleroi)
man lies supine traveler
with long blood-soaked sword
and left wings of the demon charm.
meat parts collected for road
drops of excrement slipping fast
along paths at the time prohibited
recesses of infected and suspicious death.
New symbols arise to heaven
reversa a star, burning and malicious
ancestral horns arising from the abyss
as humanity in knees freezes on the vision.
Flocks of blacks Hawks Paint the sky
as a painter's brush strokes of evil
strange reddish color is added to black
desperate barking of an era submissive.
New signs welcome the battle
the army crush the infernal skies
gashes and dismemberment echo in the night
between the cries of the people lost.
The final war has begun but
I can tell it because I am the guardian
this task was entrusted to me in the past
when all the evil that surrounds us was not even born.
I am the messenger and delivery silent death
pain, loss, strenuous taste
sprinkle of blood and guts the way
on their way to the nightmare now infinite.
Death! death! Death is merciless
hidden in the dark waiting for mocking
welcomes the unwary in his fleeting breath
giving him perhaps the last dark thoughts divine
If you close your eyes and look for me with the heart
can you hear me sigh, laugh or laugh
flee as you want, I am faster
when it comes your turn, no escape you are mine.
Son these days of celebration, times of joy
finally I prayed for by name
thousands of people crying for me
horror of life aspiring to a pit.
Take me away from these feelings
pray for death to end a torture
tears of blood strewn my path
but We're just a poor start but frightening.
(danleroi)
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