Dissenter (Pol)

Altar Of Fire

Dissenter (Pol)


I pray of this was a dream 
Last run away faith in pain 
Skin decays on my hands 
I don't have tears to blowing 
This embers 

You sentence evil and good 
Your face looks from abyss 
With paternal Love you made 

That I Had A Rest. 

You dry now my naked bones 
Melt nails in grotesque examples 
Write in to my corpse words 

Take from troupe this cup. 

Sweet wind smells with calm 
Not announced mixtures of evil 

Why in spite that my heart burst 
All the time i feel this bitterness 
Of existence 

Lying on centre altar of fire 
I wait on merciful end of suffering.