the troops of darkness fly high in the sky to a dark world where the blood of the victims is running a spelled an unholy territory and you walk on the graves of a thousand man from past to now. and you listen to dead earth's screams fell the darkness, feel the hatred this is a truth from inside of you this is a truth from within me oh, so dark and hateful so mighty and able the repeating sentences, repeating poems it is not a fucking dream this is the reveal of the despise and you feel it when you are drawn when looking at night's sky and celebrating the birth of humanity in the black holes of your being. who brings humanity to perfection? my hands or your will? the silent shouts of the earth's mothers? or the wondered philosopher of the recent century? or the wet cheeks of the hungry children? or the feeble screams of the misanthropes? or the tune of the old, fragile dying man? or this tiredness from the cruelty of life? who brings humanity to perfection? the civilized material worshiping man? it is the truth of mankind who lost the humanity and never comprehended perfection there is never a meaning for human because salvation is a meaningless phrase.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
