Slave Of Dead Poems

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Khalisys

Compositor: Khalisys

Under the moonshine,
The eternal slave of lamentations,
The witch that shines there in the sky
Throwing all your charm,
She doesn't capture me more.
My heart now is smashed,
Over flowed sadness.

Walking among the graves,
The peace is not there,
While they sleep
I intone the cry of my heart
In verses of lamentations.
I lift my hands,
To throw the currents,
Wrapped up of my throat.

I am killing the word that kills
Slave of dead poems
Opening the closed eyes
Behind my mask.

I run under the obscure sky,
The rain falls, the angels cry,
Bitter tears as blood,
They afflict my soul,
I feel so sad
Sad as the angels that cry for me
A slave of dead poems
I look for the one whom my soul love.