Inside The Sunburnt Thought Of Frost by Dark Millenium
The deed is not the sin but the thought.
Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting white
Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise.
Eyes controlling hands craving life - Reality.
Infection injects injunction in the brains orientation...
Herdsman, hear the call of the wolves
Desultory smile of a blood-spitting mouth
Heterodoxy of a wizard's creation pray to the sands.
Have we fructified the frost with the pride?
We have failed.
We have played with the totem of gods.
Have we scented?
I wonder why I
Still my "guilty"
Lets me know
I am left.
Left to leave.
Give me disease; paranoia lives within my soul.
Grotesque gentility; from the depths of isolation...
...Comes the speech of the tunnel's exit - Devilish.
Honesty; my only wish.
Masses of pus overcome my mind and... grin.
Discerning the fascination of a wound.
Formed from the mornings and the sin.
Hiding in the shadows of the sun.
Sheets of ice cover the nature
And the fires freeze to dust.
Antarctic dreams, hieroglyphics
Scrawled into the sky. No wrath
Within my heart I know my fault
I won't survive the loss
And the paroxysm leads me into
Sunburnt thoughts of frost...
- Dark Millenium
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