Voices

Silence,
beautifully blooming over the air,
stalking night after night,
dreaming inside dream,
i strike your shape of heart.

The wind give me a sign,
about your emptiness,
as the clouds passing by,
your memories fade away...

Time which walk unsure,
tells meabout season which abandoned,
frightened by the myst,
where the ghost of winter stayed in harmony.

Smell of the kills,
not surprising me anymore,
bodies lying everywhere,
such a beautiful scene.

The scent of blood,
still floating in the air,
annoying my thirst of sin,
as I grabbed the lights unfairly,
I thrown away the dark all over the world.

Go crying,
go laughing,
I kind of love your pitiful sound of unsatisfactory,
my duty to serve you well....
Sons of Adam,
you were mine...