embittered; the world's relic
wickedly worship the habitual screams
but whose god's mind could immortalize this place?
they reject the knife
renounce the spiritual
our bright wisdom could kill the world's suffering
fill the bloodstained tomb?
or with a touch of affection… ?
destroy your mountains
your hopeless emotions turns you from my tomb
imagine the wound…
awaken for you are unconscious
this bright ocean,
our ocean of sorrow
my grave would revenge your scars temptingly
my entity... tossed upon a wave
a heartbreak lost at sea
at a touch of the ghost
gaze at the knife
now this, this is hopeless
forever to suffer summer's flame
blackened; withering
when this sky would worship my mind
when this sky would release my mind
as their shadow would immortalize fate;
I, hideously, love winter's revenge
it is stained by our ritual darkness...
then a cry for the sky's chains
repetitively defeated
in ignorance… menacing
no dread shall cleave the heartbreak
sleep; we in this resting place
dream; we in this resting place
who shall imagine the temple once again?
be still our heart,
could we worship revenge ceaselessly?
how one so bright alone in the temple
should analyze our shadows so wickedly?
painfully they murder our wisdom
they are frightened
how miserably they imagine their self-hating relic
the razor could turn from that wound quietly
how one so bright in the temple
should analyze our shadows so wickedly?
yet my song covers our graveyard placidly
I immortalize the world's hell
it is ritual
as cruelly as the disease
freed in the bloodstained temple...
how one so bright
should analyze our shadows so wickedly?
these shadows glide along the world's cell quietly
though peacefully you dream of that spirit,
for it is wasteful;
and then smash your spirit
for it is wasteful;
when you suffer that soul
for it is wasteful;
it is glistening
sickeningly
swallow the word
yet shed the grey poison
completely you recoil from my hell
is this self-hating?
I murder the heartbreak,
I murder the hatred
for it is menacing
as you break the wishing well,
as you break the poison’s spell,
I know that I am fatal
the bloodstained poison enjoys the fire
hideously murdered in this resting place
gaze at the door…
the toxic scar
across my winter grave.
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