Antubel

Wretched Spectre

Antubel


The chains of this torment 
Opened my wings towards sinister 
That hole so deep 
So dark… 
I can't watch myself 
The grimness of a spectre 
Suffering, suffering 
Suffering in this coil of self destruction 

Endless nights 
Withered dreams 
The destruction of my being 
The dropping of my blood sounds 
As the pulse from my brain goes slow 
On your world (you bunch of shit) 
And outside the flames devastate 
The forests 
Screaming as no one 
In a misty world contaminated 
Destroyed by the greed 
Of you, despicable beings 

I stand here 
In front of a dirty mirror 
Watching how 
My own life vanishes 
I'm but a wretched spectre 
A grim image 
A sad caricature 
Of what I used to be 
Blood on my hands 
Flowing 
Like the stream of consciousness 
That hammers my mind 
Remembrances of my whole life 
Drops of time 
That will be lost forever 
In this wood of lies 

Spilled blood 
Over a cemetery full of living beings 
Where they lie buried 
Without knowing it 
A cemetery where they help to raze it 
To putrefy more and more 
Slowly 
'Til they transform themselves 
Into what they have created 
Into nothing 
A complete emptiness 
Among the grimness of the buildings 
And the foolish faces 
This is truly 
A warm world for the weak 
A jail for the different 
The end of mine 
This is the end of mine!