Summer follows winter, yet winter follows summer.
Their sadness dwells in my desire,
Sex of (diabolic) children with passionless crimes.
The skies cried loud, (the skies were crying loud!)
Dripping tears cleansed the ground, the bitter
Land of faithlessness.
I've dared to dream, to slay my lord.
Confessional hate; I killed my Fate!

Mourner Am I

Woeful tears in the angel's eye
His dying love - under flames, she lies
The clouds gather'd - the sun wilt never rise.
Beyond the divinely veil stares malicious eyes,
Their lords' decree - serenity, despised.
A sight envenomed (so the) fear inside can rise.
Behind the malicious veil gazed his eyes!

(Is silent... hearing the angels' cry.)?
As the moon smiles to me
I collapse in agony.
(Whilst) Bond of thorns entwined my wounds
The hope for catafalque slowly swoons.
Lore of rapture throughout years unfold
Elegies of misery for aeons left untold...
Lo and behold the world loosing it's own shape  
When thy blood boils from within thine veins.
Dusk ascend to seize the stars above
A war now declared to entomb the palest dove.
Feel my daemonish breeze poisoning the sight in thy eyes,  
Feel how my wraith enchanting, yet usurping the magical
lies.

Dancing souls enforced to bliss
Shrieking pains are bound to hiss.
Can they feel the wrath of I?
My tyrant' wraith shalt forever kill
Winter predators, beneath, will rise
To haunt the shivering preys of spring.
Autumnal serpents haunts the (dreams of) summer' love.

Fear not from the graves, which your eyes see
They hast been already dug (to thee) before milleniums
Awaiting the voluptuousness to wither. Slowly...
Like the flowers and their odors decaying in crematoriums.

Twilight bites in flesh of daylight
Like eyes of seraph that saw her sodomite
While a living cadaver behold her to cumming
Now they're rotting upon Eden.


The storms hath awaken'd from timeless sleep
Summoning their fury wind-song and thunders furious rage.
Dismal gales from ashen heart ushering the gloomy age.
Pestilential dusk has been cloaking the sun
I've raised my arms to the celestial chaos...and to
                   The one!

Invoking ancient night fed of ever-obscure life
The silence is too dark to be rent by a knife
Lightning follows thunders, or else?

Agonies and melancholy dressed in joy and euphoria
Odes and threnodies engraved within the catatonia.
Gods and heavenly creatures blaspheming the pantheon
Stillborn children and martyrs were sunk in Acheron!

The stars so miserable - whom star hath died
Rain of emptiness - 'tis the storm choir cry. Why?
Grief hath bred their cries when the mourn hath just reborn
Their happiness entomb'd beneath hypocrisy... And Scorn!

Aeons buried in the mist of unconscious
Lust in it's own throne - smiled
Now they unite with the Night.

Mischief had raped those lies and the dawn left forlorn,
Their dreary fears still obscured, unknown.
Moloch burnt their ne'er gray sky.
The nymphs so morose - a tear petrified,
Their lungs inhaled the treachery of weather
When breathed Air infested with Apathy Fever.

Lay amongst the wounded heather
Caress the wind from the Melancholy Seasons...