Dark Mirror Ov Tragedy

All spirits in the world will be silent See the heat and nebulosity beyond their power Dread the dance of my fingers This passion staying alive silences everything with serene death This wild wind breathing leads everything to light eternal The world

The essence off all creation They made all sound and mysic by Being collided with each other The sound of truth You've never seen and heard Close your eyes There is a touch of the sound of truth in everything In a shiver of dying thorn of the rose In

Through the mist that reigns, I see you weeping and reflected. Even my mortal scream for redemption Could not unleas myself And this suffocating yoke of painful memories Has yet to be cast off, but so powerless am I. I see you and you see me, Embrace

God has never been dead, nor born For his godhood would not have allowed All these filth and misery to be unleashed here. Those in disguise as holy men Let others suffer and thirst for death Rather than paying such pain for survival, In order to fulf