Aegrimonia Labes Did Not Come...yet
The face in the mirror
fullfilled with thinking
sometimes I can hear her
feel my soul shrinking
Flame from planet night
empty blackness there
ran away with sight
on the shores of fear
Sertainty torn away
from my cacrimula
Larva, please lock my hate
come help me now
I remain like lacer
beneeth the waniny moon
I can never hate her
not even after what she's done
Insperatum malum - clamor excepit
howlings no-one can hear
the mirror bursts
with the power of my lyre
end this thurst
Fulfill my journey
the seek of balans
between our worlds here
again? when shall we dance
like a badtrown spear
Am I the nocance
(Sapiens animo samper excubat)
(Written by Erk)
