Lletres:
Corpus Christii Rising

Corroded blades draw the fire of night For a perished existence to a vortex of magnificence No pleasure greater, no circumstance more dire For now He

Granted excess by the 7 tongues of lust The flag once burned standing high Desires for casket dreams once convoked Brilliant it's deeds of what now shall

Relentless sorrow - slowly eaten alive Thoroughly it gnaws at me every night Pushed bit by bit closer to the edge Revealing new ways to rise As my stagnant

Sympathy is wrought only by pain Sweet agonies manifest in sultry screams Blood like poison runs, flooding pale skin Gleaming in the moonlight, glowing

Being the beast in this chaos To march in solitude towards the old unknown goal The instinctive reactions to the smells around Arouse the senses and

No retreat from these horrid screams That nag my mind day and night No escape from embers of hatred Awake, I see no other way out No chance for peaceful