Infernal Poetry The Higher Cause
Lord, ancient father
Dissolve the mist
Bring the light
Forgive my life
My wan life
Wasn't what they talk me (about)
Serve : born to serve
In glory and decay
Give me back my form
My drab form
You blew my will away
Chains- your divine chains
Eternal cross on me
Give me back my form, I will reborn
Put your string down and let me exist
Beyond the endless time, of eternal will and being
Just a grain in the desert sand till my reign will be complete
Winds of fire blows below, as my whispers shapes a life
As the human memories they are doomed to die
Why did you call me son?
Why slowly wither and die?
Why have I only been praying?
Why did I build up your reign?
Lord you called me son
You choose my choice
Extirpate my eyes
