Finnugor

Mortal Reality

Finnugor


Candle light is flickering in your eyes 
Your smile is a disgusting sort of ice 
Like blood drenched snow, full of guts 
You are like that, you loathsome bastard 

Knowledge is in your blood: how to infect 
You're a parasite, a killer slimy insect 
I could tear out your legs if you were a fly 
I would teach you to suffer: how to die 

I hear your voice calling me every night 
Irresistibly at the witching hour 
I feel your breath on my neck as a bite 
Fainting of fever will be ours 

Pointed teeth! 
Infection, disease! 
Blood rain falls! 
Your promises are false! 

I'm sitting now in a dark corner silently 
In my bedroom waiting for you again 
I'm watching you landing on my window-silk 
As the final doom you always look like the same 

You never become older 
You think you're immortal 
Until this gore stinking night 
When I plunge my pointed stick into your heart! 

Pointed teeth! 
Infection, disease! 
Blood rain falls! 
Your promises were false! 
You'll be ashes and dust when the dawn comes 
Let there be light, the Sun will rise 
Breaking the roof tiles, the Moon sighs 

I don't fear your name, I won't hide 
I'm leaving now this nightmare behind 
This is what you thought immortality! 
Revenge is sweet: this is my mortal reality!