My Empty Soul
And the Forest will echo
near four bright Suns -
Oh, Spirit, where are you?
I envoke the Godess of Morning Sun...
I edmire the Cult of Earth
and the dirth on my face...
I wish to embrace the Flowers
within the child in Lust.
Narrow Death awakes at Dusk..
Wind, gray Emptyness lies
within my Fear. The dark shade
brings the Lonelyness.
By the power of Burned Skulls
I call You, my Master -
The King of Fire, my sire.
Empty are the Streets of Yours
In this late Night hours
Like my Soul, like all others...
Post je objavljen 04.12.2007. u 22:19 sati.