From My Ashes

Since day one the eerie madness
And her pale arm infected by a nymph
Came dancing as the coldest sickness
And when the virus ran through streets
Children cried every night
Preying to the lord to move away the sylph
(Darkly, windy spirit) who took their last breath

Extending with his fingers disgrace and sin
But in a castle far from the plague
Behind those gates just vice and orgy
Whores were dancing beneath the moonlight
Undressed sluts watched by the pagan jury
And at the black velvet hall the freak shade
Had been waiting for the hour to play.

Ebony clock was ticking
Plague is praying for flesh
His red mask sleeping
The ghost has come from hell
Dressed stigmata above cranium
The ghost will rape the whores and mess

On seventh hall, velvet covered the wall
Those scarlet crystals showed the blood
Through the silent dark
Fantastic silhouettes
Strange wind from the west

Runs along the castle
Like a laughter from fucking hell
The pendulum's ticking deafens my feelings
Squeezing out my heart with beauty in front my eyes
Her body frozen my karma
But the knife cracked my alma

Nightmare after dawn
Nightmare after dawn
From the ash I reborn
Am I guilty?

This is the night professed by poe
Nightmare at midnight eclipsed by my soul
Sweaty lesbian, whores, feel the dildo of pain
Juicy sweet cunts will be fucked by my rain (cum)
While their fathers pray him again
The daughters implore for more again

No fiction in this night
Grief, sex & evil took all control
With mi hand dagger spits the light
And implores the night
This is my last minute among dancers
Waiting for the answer of this cancer
That awakened my ash before to know

About thy coexistence with my lust
Only terror in this night
Its mask seems as dead pale corpses
Scarlet plague has just begun to attack
And justice arises
Enemy within
Am I guilty?

Indefinable gaze it had inspired
To all the noblesse
Loud disquiet was showed by all
Whispering disapproval
Decadent eco of ebony noise
Had disappeared in pandemonium
Like a sore cured by temptation
Written by a fucking serpent

Now, what sick and weak fate
Will be written for you?
While carnal sinners were crying
Semen tears despite truth
Vengeance the coldest rite
Lurks among the eye behind
Within obsession, without perfection!
Finally red massacre
Lives!