1. Non-ExistentUntil nowI stand here as a middlepoint of a maelstormRound and roundDeep inside in my mindI've inhaled with my burning serpent vacuumThe frozen glances of non-existenceVacancyTheir dying window pain smiles at meTime to timeYour shallow, judas soil of mindMelted by a burning serpent maelstormThe flaming feelings of a non-existentI feel your cold steel through my bodyLike the only universe of painNon-existent non-divineLock-jaw fateKeep at least this embers burning of your hateUntil the timeWhen comprihends your shallow mindI am the sinew around the skull of cosmos...The non-existentFeel my cold steel through your bodyLike the only universe of painNon-existent non-divine2. The Day When Silence DiedThis sea of tearsAnd the oceans we've bledDivideOur continents of fear and blindIn the shade of a new sunCreating an other world of liesCry mankindLet the screaming lavaOn the day when silence diedLiquid lead in your earsMelting brainburning muteLiesHydrogen toadstoole forge of the blindScreaming, bursting,the lead gates of thinkingLet flow the raging sorrow again and againForever burn!(Within-the only living atom-the only whispering black hole)But I will screamI will scream down the damsWith bursting oceans we've bledCryRe-opening the seven gates of hellIn the shade of our old sunDestroying this widow earth Forever burn! Burn!3. 7th ScarWhat did you thinkYou god, you bastardWhen you opened this scars on me?Why did you makeMy skull with 5 black holesTo suck what you create and live in the pain dimension?Live in the pain dimension with eyes to see,Ears to hear, mouth to lick and brain to thinkWhy? you god, you bunglerWhy you sewed this worm skin on me?Why is it goodA shreded skin to live in,To scrape all the scars 'till they blood, what your serpent son worn?What you serpent son worn with eyes to seeNose to smell, brain to think.Pain in me deep withinLike a thorn under the skinCold demise burns inside....7th scar...Why you opened this seventh scar?Thorn under skin that forever hurts!What did you thinkYou god, deceiverWhen you cut a seventh scar in me?What did you feelWhen you laid your lance restAnd the crown of you son start to throb...under my ribs?Under my ribs inside my skinA heart of thorns... forever
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
