Upon the sound of ocean wave
Here comes the night of aeons
Ambivalence and turbulence
The sleep of dying seasons
The tear is gone from eyes of child
Beloved by the dark
The abyss called for you so wild
And went into your heart
You are the cursed you hold your pain
A dancing queer of doom
Your unborn soul your mind consumed,
Your memorizing tomb
You love your madness more than life
When try to stay yourself through time
The victim of the genius lie
The child of midnight crime
Your ugly benediction
Is beauty of your curse…
The dying shore of human hope washed by the cold
Waters of eternity
On skulls of dark empire
Under the shepherd moon of tragedy
As I watch your dirty dance
Your awkward joy, your bleeding sorrow
I know you have no other chance
And you know not tomorrow
I curse the angels not ashamed
I let my anger ago
I take a side of those who’re blamed
Like thousand years ago
So still we run through the distance of nothing, vomiting our lives,
choking with the infernal smoke, the saltant smile of fire, the wretchedness
of eternal night falling down with frost and emptiness. Here is the game
we play to serve our pain. To praise our misery with desperation.
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