joi, 8 ianuarie 2015

Trembling weep in ruins by disembodied ravens




Trembling weep in ruins by disembodied ravens.
Pieces of memory fall in a dead man’s disgrace.
The sky beneath the battlefield burns the theory
For epochs of hours;
Dyes of ash purge the blasphemous holy lace.

Trembling weep in ruins by disembodied ravens.
From the icy crypt, underneath decay,
The fallen angel, Akasha, resurrects and returns.
Blood floats across the land…
The disaster was lost then in lascivious waltz found.

Trembling weep in ruins by disembodied ravens.
A scorching hand
Wounds the thirteen heavens,
Opens the abyss limitless,
Waving a flag like captains of old…

Trembling weep in ruins by disembodied ravens.
Spellbound furies summon the witches of bliss foretold
While mortals perish at the feet of the very souls they had sold.

Trembling weep in ruins by disembodied ravens.
Chaos returns spilling creation’s nothingness…
Oh, the dreadful deeds that my ghosts will enact senseless!