A heavy death silence and
oppressive invades the separate part
The shadows flambé
I caress their Echine
the hand delicate hand the veil
Maculate of the murdered dormant Insidious and devouring force
She scrutinizes my face
A bruising glow stirred by those who stigmatized me a Batard child
My gaze has freezed, a pale smile camoufle the fury that ends in me
Without being able to refresh the demented emotions that live in me
The skinned and fitting skin of the dormant
keeps the memory of the caress of his master,
waiting to fall into the arms of 'A silent melancholy
The mask of my reason flies in bursts
Sublime carnivore
The cerbere wakes up in the humidity of sweat and urine
your heart is At dawn
passionately I hate you
To lose myself in your dark suave
When the precocious harvests come
during your metamorphosis
the tyrants tear the apparats and Take your meat
Under your gaze that enasses me
But if I contain you,
we will walk in the hearty mass graves
that will remain after our revolte
Roomed by this abject desire
Reality will never be enough for me