Lack of knowledge, sacrifice, passion
Ordinary days turn into famished hyenas
And I'm their meal
Do you will surrender to destiny ?
The black one descends from the abyss
Possessed, entranced, controlled ?
No ! It's her ! A hand covering my face
A hand holding destruction
A hand purifies
A hand prays the transformation
Nudity removes any illusion
Yelps come to my ears but other complaints
Other carcasses. Each new victim
A new head from her necklace
She has no intention of ending the carnage
She wants to recreate
Death becomes for a better dimension
How to get rid from these cursed hands ?
Her fury silent, it was anything
All that remains is despair