Rossomahaar The Forlorn Existence Of Soul Divine
Alone and sorrowful, the divine essense crawls Along the dying remains of heavenly kingdom Once adorned and now forlorn, Questioning anything, but meaningless and painful Bitter memories of past apocryphal superiority, Flesh and soul now departed in more than racking way... Necromantic lust for vital pleasures and devilish desires, For precious taste of blood and sulphur throne of wisdom... Sinful and infidel in spirit, With bloodstained sword It once joined the battle for the Divine's triumph For salvation and a glory of the Heaven's Lord... Forgotten and betrayed, it wanders through infinity, Alone and tearless... Enchanting odes from the distant woods so vast Cherish it's neverending pain, encircling in oblivion... Detested is the dying surface of the earth Surreal and naked is it's torturing tristesse The mournful silence is so sweet... "And then the martyr-soul descended Into the very depths of Heddenah's gardens Through the enflamed spheres it ascended Lusting for revenge... Countless centuries will pass And some day the betrayal is avenged For every sin shall be atoned For every pain shall find it's rest..."
