Anywhere to go is close and distant
the path I was waiting
questioning between blindness or virtue
suffered slave of time
only truth made facts with no mercy
life’s like a prison of hopes to follow

my soul will exiled by wolfs
my blood, dried into shadows
my heart blows in tears
a coffin speaks, in a lethargic sanctuary
executioners keeps on their scent.
Satan, the shape in the air.

Alone of my self, silence, solitude
my demons are waiting
sepulchral secrets of love
the door that sometimes I forget.

And I dream…
above ancient fires that drifts away,
infernal veils of night, claims often
the almighty, disguised in dark confessions.
Eternal howling, of the black ocean.

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