Tetriconia Baroka
I’m the hunger, I posses you
You are the evil shine extinguished
Do you want to know, why the pain is so sweet?
I’m your answers or maybe your doom
For many years across the winters
One more time your spirit becomes flesh
The incessant thirst of blood depress my anger
This is the last time, I swear
Why do you oppress
My evil essence
And trample my scarce peace?
If you blaspheme with your ironic presence
If you are the face of night
