wtorek, 30 listopada 2021

Crack The Skye





Blessed visionary cut me with your sun
The rivers ran in blood
Spark fueled to fire

Deep withing the endless void
Searching for a sign
The vessel forged inside me
Watches over like the death
Of the moon

Strike the shepherd
Sheep will scatter
Mountains of despair
I can see the pain
It is written all over your face

The screaming arrows tear through my soul
In the dawn your face is haunting
White ghostly dreams

Weight of worlds is on your shoulders
Hear the voice of gold
I can see the pain
It's written all over your face

Desperate heathens flock to sirens
Guard your heartache well
Momma don't let them take her
Take her down

Please tell Lucifer he can't have this one
Her spirit's too strong
It's written all over your face
I can see the pain
You can make it all go away

środa, 17 listopada 2021

Where Millions Have Come To Die



To a metropolis undignified
They have come to die
Blind rats in the maze affright vie for each block and structure
Garrisoning city heights
Onward to the riverside
They have tantalized
Everything on which they've laid their eyes
As the days go by, the death toll sustains its rise
The majority will not come home
Profound panic fiercely fervent
De-evolution of warfare runs markedly
From the sewers to the littered web of ashen lanes
A presence in the next room lurking, yet to be seen
In severance, things are never what they seem to be
True terror ten thousand fold
Adhering only to the serpent
A testament to all things taken naturally
An ejaculation of another madman’s dreams
The mother of all battles rages vigorously
The death knell tolls ceaselessly for thee
Malodorous emanations stinging at their eyes
Months go by, the death toll continues to rise
Hounds pry at the calcified
Excrement waist high in the feces of the raiders left alive
The trampled turn the tides
They begin to twist the knife
With drive retribution unwinds
A Merciless drama
Where millions have come to die
Where millions have come to die
They all paid the ultimate price
Where millions have come to die
Surrender is denied to the corps
By the despot held above them
Their losses are mounting at a staggering rate
To flee or become yet another casualty
To be shot between the eyes or take a chance to be free
The mother of all battles ends on a blood red mound
The death knell tolls forever loud
The kessel closes, constricting the throats of those spared from starvation, frostbite death and suicide
The morsels standing march to the beyond
With black clouds high above
They march to the unknown

piątek, 12 listopada 2021

tekst dnia



"To, co musisz zrobić, to walczyć o życie".



"Fando i Lis"

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