Wretched Spectre

The chains of this torment
Opened my wings towards sinister
That hole so deep
So dark…
I can't watch myself
The grimness of a spectre
Suffering, suffering
Suffering in this coil of self destruction

Endless nights
Withered dreams
The destruction of my being
The dropping of my blood sounds
As the pulse from my brain goes slow
On your world (you bunch of shit)
And outside the flames devastate
The forests
Screaming as no one
In a misty world contaminated
Destroyed by the greed
Of you, despicable beings

I stand here
In front of a dirty mirror
Watching how
My own life vanishes
I'm but a wretched spectre
A grim image
A sad caricature
Of what I used to be
Blood on my hands
Flowing
Like the stream of consciousness
That hammers my mind
Remembrances of my whole life
Drops of time
That will be lost forever
In this wood of lies

Spilled blood
Over a cemetery full of living beings
Where they lie buried
Without knowing it
A cemetery where they help to raze it
To putrefy more and more
Slowly
'Til they transform themselves
Into what they have created
Into nothing
A complete emptiness
Among the grimness of the buildings
And the foolish faces
This is truly
A warm world for the weak
A jail for the different
The end of mine
This is the end of mine!