The letter...

I’m sensing misery in here...
I’m writing God a farewell letter.
My actions were wrong
Through the mist, I went along…

And as I cry, in isolation
I dye my hair in vain
And while I write:
“I’ll die alone”…
I know no one is aching…

There is a void in me…
My thoughts embracing the mire
I’ve seen him watching…
Inhaling me, from inside the pyre.

Then I feel…

Sighing, through isolation….
Craving a brand new end
And as I breath
“Through life alone”…
My heart is aching.

Once more, a

Nocturnal Reverie,

pain... words born from heavenly blood

Returning to Sin

Da serpente renasci-me a mim...
E em cinzas me tornei após a pira...
Doutrina impotente de frutos cobertos de alma e ira,
Transladam movimentos de contemplação para o meu fim.

Grief came with a new vision from ancient rites,
When death mattered most I saw heathen sites.
Grey patterns led me to prosperous ways,
Flickering drew my path, erased… to appear once more.

Cruel, demente, sinistro, demente, vazio, demente
Aceitação dos flagelos, invoco-te mais uma vez incerto e diferente...
Saudosismo futuro de um passado seguinte, empírico impostor
Com sadismo e requinte, - , sofrimento sucessor.

Symposium, grant me my wishes and embrace a new found dawn,
Forces of evil prevail, facing me with caution,
I am the son of sin, I bow only before the spill of the serpent,

The producer of bereavement… suffering and redemption

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Another,

Nocturnal Reverie,

From his Spill... When the moistening began...