I have walked across a desert land as l listened to the wolves howling wildly Though thunder and lightening I march across the storms, being the fire who never vanishes The ten commandments I am being the burning bush who never dies Expect no pity but only pain, suffer and anguish is all what I bring For I am the only one, for I am Death For I am the reaper of yor dreams of fate A shadow cyclone easily makes its way in the already in itself battered essence of that who day by day loses strenght, that little by little is consumed by disapointment It calmly perceives truth, your life my friend, means nothing much but your death in these moments is everything This way feel like each of my fingers in both hands touch your forehead in a clear submission act If you manage to deepen more your knees in the ground your stigmas will soon dig the grave of the non existence I have raised myself with ten words, verb becomes flesh in front of your sceptic or non esceptic eyes The ephemeral is the instant in which truth has dissipated in the primordial chaos Here I am to impose the absolute truth in which earth will absorb your blood and your banal essenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
