Shape of Despair
					  Shades of...

...in the mist

Slow mine feet are,
frozen their veins.
Still closing helplessly afar,
waking the creatures within.

I am a lonely traveller,
awaiting to sleep eternally.
Under those cold woods,
as my fall brings them.

Shadows of their wings,
as howling their pleeds.
Wounded, i lay on ground
listening their needs

It's dark and cold
and they fly slowly 
the way they were told.
To feast mine fleshly dreaming.
And they know surely,
they raped mine soul.

Woundheir

Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire.
Closed my page, as hatred reigned higher.
I did notice a knife and hills covered with blood, 
was i the one who's life is most precious to this new "god".

Indeed i must be loved, for i killed many.
Thousands i opened with highest fashion, pain didn't spare any of
these pitiful humans, 
that the whole earth is covered with tempest and storm of urbans. 
Lay bleeding and kissing my beloved feet.

Shall i not wait for the greatest hour
when this god sees the bloody shower.

Shadowed dreams

In here, every shadow in the ground passes me by... slow... flickering
above me.
And silently they (like in a dream) crawl over me... be-witched i do
follow their beautiful ways, beside this wintry frozen palace.
Take me to another world, to another consciousness... away of this
time. 
And they do arose me...
and i do watch...
with broken eyes...
how this weather...
forever will stay...
in my frozen heart...

Down into the stream

This day travels within the dense mist and awake this clearer sight as
the birth of the night is seen... Though my mind wander like an
stream beside, caressing a sigh... fading afar... closing me in, to
astray. Still motionless as i am, i carry the seeds of horror inside me.
This pain... grows in me and try to reach the other side... infinity of
dreams... and they all - each side in me - are listening myself and my
mind blacken... fading like that gone sigh... and i fall... down into the
stream...

Sylvan-night

Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass... 
and i watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the
trees...
and how these last signs of light smoothly dances within... 
trying to ease this dark burden... just let me emerge in and touch
sylvan-night...

Carefully they caress me and touch gently... 
though my worlds are not spoken here and never revealed... 
i do dream this in myself as i'm painfully wrapped in leafs...
Fallen

I've losted mine strength,
i've losted mine sanity.
I've seen myself falling 
and i'm tired to stand.