Devilish Impressions - Dies Irae
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Your name is cursed...
Why?
Yes, You remember now.
In frantic wrath You recognize the pictures of time.
Monuments of Your own crime you bedew
With silver tears
There's no reason to grieve, grief becomes vain
Let the sword of Macrocosmos smash
The enemies of freedom
Only one is worthy of bliss, who has the seed of desire
War against the usurpers of glory!!!
War agains the thieves of happiness!!!
The hideous vision of gratification
Kindle the new delights...
The stream of crimson soiled a heavenly light
The landscapes of compensation
Painted in the blood of indifference
Hills around are overgrown with the forest of crosses
But upon the one, there's no flesh of the liar...
Once again You look with pride at the flower
Enveloped in the veil of victory
But... What's that?!
Your deepest lust's crown
Is covered in the sperm of bitterness
Flower created in shameful jealousy
Wounds Your tired hands
Look! How it shivers unconsciously
On the wind in silent convulsions
Look at those piles of bodies
Covered in the cosmic dust of a Night
Silence...
Only the mourning bell
Rings the last requiem.
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