Slumbering in swamps

drowned my purest power

for centuries to see

a dawn to come



I watch it every step it takes

as it grabs mu thorned soul

coiled in black ulcers

wounded to feel the pain in joy



Wounded to stand the suffering

and see them be condemned for ever

Hurt to grow black scars

to show them all our might



see them come in bloody streams

formed by living satanic dreams



The sound of humans poundering heart

that stole so many precious moments

is stabbed to silence, and turned to wonder



For us, sounds of lovely pain.



A touch of death stains their souls

Above where angles dwelled

Above all might defenced of life

and whom in every man shall be remembered



Buried in a bloodred doom

No end shall find a key

to set them free and relieve their burdens

Nothing is to be forgiven