Agathodaimon A Death In Its Plenitude
Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls Lights dim before me and enthralls all I'll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark Teach me to drip own tears For the pain of other's hearts Not the essence, but the woe of mankind To weep within my crying Root the strength of love and hatred Let blood flow in purest red Root the angels' rage into my soul Let it grow There is something infidel that's gonna happen today Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay The obscurity's curtain I paint as the blind Life's tumult in the free fall The ghouls chasing its trace Oh, dreams, here ended all Is there something in us all That can last forever? I feel the strange penetrating my fibres Mocking at my vacant sferes Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture A death in its plenitude!!!
