Mortuary Drape Deep Void
The cellar passage is connected
To the instinctive fulcrum of the cross to eleven
The lacks of breath chokes the act of praying
And there's no way out from this cursed place
Now I know what's the meaning of the words
"To deserve Hell,eternal deserve"
Anguish drive me crazy,empty & depress
Unknown fear frighten me
The one in hell doesn't speak,it's a deep prostration
state,
Where emptiness & anguish totally get the upper hand
over everything
God left this place too,because he renounced to pretend
my soul
The winged bitch of prostitution wants me to celebrate
our marry
When I asked to the medium what's the undead world,
She enigmatically answered me,
Telling about my future & my destiny,fear in my head,
Ready to face the worst things
All my worries & troubles were written
In this page & recorded in this tape
This place gives no space to pray your God,
Because you're un - awared but possessed
Fear & anguish flowing along these walls
Are much bigger than the usual harmony of the soul
I don't believe to all that poets,
Preachers & Satanists who talk about hell
They describe an estetic
Romantic & decadent evil
But evil is really not as they say
