Rise
The madness of a big city where in the
evening near
Walls stare crippeled trees
Ghost of the bad
Wearing a silver mask
with magnetic scourge
Thrust aside my death
in stary night
Twillight comes
again
But silenbtly in a dark cave
Ceased mankind would bleed
Awful
laughter of gold
Head from heart
Whore who brings forth a dead child
The
gods build rage in icy rain
Raging lashing
the brows
Before the end comes
Plague
purple on the possessed
Green eyes the
hunger breaking
Sunken in sober sin
Ringing of the passing bell
Your
laughter in the dark
Snow rins through the
shirt frozen cold
Blood rins from the
eyes
Purple over the black face
Flute
of light
Mournful and weird I stand
Hallowing a sleeping child
Bloodstained
revenge
Now strike me pain
The wound
glows
This pain I cannot stand
As
from the cut dwells a star to the night
Strike me death
I`m done
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