Lacus Mortis - Obsessions Without Colours

Black sky, white sea
Hills in the fog.
Corpses adorn wall
Of my dull mind.
Rotten insect, faded flowers
Thorns on wrist.
Hope vanish
Like breaking glasses

Darkness in the wind
Going out sun
Cold in the heart
Tears of pain

Obsessions without colour
Blade in my eyes.
Chains around neck
Tearing vein.
Blood cascade
From fertile sky,
Fertile of scourge
With black wings.

Wide open arms
Persecutor eyes
Rotten wings
Torn flesh.

Misery and plagues
Condemned opponents.
Crucified by the madness
Deceived by pious soul.
Supreme empire
Triumph of evil
I was always removed
Now I... DESTROY!