So dark are these ways to immortality, so dark are my
dreams of sins... Insanity!
As the hands of evil are blinding me, bewildered, , I
can't clearly see the light.
Frosted realm of illusion and hate, that's the price...
My lonely fate.
Heart frozen in depths of misery, obscurity and ice are
As a silhouette of frigid figure, at the heart of
winter I am now unpure.
No light,no fire to guides me through these path's...
In cold season of infinite sorrow, the aura of death is
the only glow.
Isolated from every form of life, I am damned into this
As I have followed my demons and listened to my dark
The shades of dusk have led me to this path...who sow
the sins harvest the wrath!
Wandering in solitude through empty time, I am dying
slowly deep inside
Reality seems to be disturbed in this icy mirror,
reflections of unpure thoughts and terror, driving all
consciences in remorse.
Among the shadow of fear and sins, my soul is lost in
sadness. In a fog, I disapear silently in darkness!
Victim of grotesque and cruel treachery, I am now
merging with wrath and untrue insensibility.
Dead season without passion, realm of agressive
confusion. Dark and vast is this black horizon.
How can survive a ray of purity between these lies and
words of blasphemies? As a harmful mist I vanish into
Imprisoned in time where darkness is all, I stand as a
figure frozen by centuries.
As withered leaves lying on the ground, merely decaying
my soiled soul is fading gradually in despair drowning
my cries in an ocean of grief.
Through the red tide of corrosive deception, I have
succombed to the shorter path.
Grasping my will and diving it into mournful distress
and into darkness.
Imprisoned in time where darkness is all, lost in this
realm of sarcastic serenity
Gropping through darkness I found Satan's path.
Ablazing intensely my inner self with vicious thorns of
The harmful mist of darkness is rising engulfing my
Deep within, I cry silently, Chocked and gripped by the
that invades my harsh and sinful soul, my screams are
extinguished by their own cries.
Inhale by the delightful obscurity, exhale from the
garden of purity, dismissing every light and ray, dead,
in cold arms I lie.
In the cold season of infinite sorrow, Will I ever see
the warm rays of tomorrow?
As I wander between discordant life and death, will I
ever forget the touch of winter's breath?
This terrible winter will be my darkened grave as I am
completely surrounded by an aura of hate.