Torments are claming
asking for undertones
signals of the lost poets
only their passing remains.


Seeking the source inside of me
just for one more breath, I walk
for the serpent’s tongue, I speak
into the darkest blade
where a sacrifice was marked.


Walking into the seven paths
facing every lie
looking to his eyes
following the line of fire
catacombs with drowned remembers
pain has been gone,
loneliness like rain.


Roars of Might!.

Melting old memories
there’s nothing left for them
I, now and forever
and the emptiness concealed.


Everyday, the never ending battle
day after day, so cold and beautiful
seek for the horizon
between the creation of the dead.

Bleakness, the wisest strength
the taste of might is closer
lifeless voice guiding the storms
chaos, the rising hymn.

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