In the interconnections of the dark mysterivm
In the asylvm, the big black machine rages immediately into eternity, to eclipse and devastate, throvgh their raw, hostile present
Their greed stains the blood-drenched walls,
hvng from the screams of the victims,
that it cavght and stretched by virtve of the depraved twitches
The song of the black blood pvlsates throvgh the dragon´s glowing veins
The dreadfvl beavty and pvre evilness
So pvre, that even the former protectors covldn´t destroy it
Cavght in a fovl cell, from fools invaded, chained to hell
The bodies, tortvred from obscvre plans
The love, tended with respect to the life,
shovldn´t claim their place in here
In ovr living existence, the meaning is lacking,
that my not living-, not dead being possesses at this place
In the shade-controlled dominion,
where the dark reveals itself in the end of minds
Which dreams lvrk in the carefvl meanders and deadly twitches?
I wanted to dream of this place not once
And now the dream is the place, where I exist,
not dead, not alive…
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