Gods of darkness
I invoke and curse you
in the full moon light
I expect the end to come.
Firewall surrounds my body
that pus and dirt of earth
seeped through.
In purgatory flames
there's a gate of vain dreams
made of bones and ashes
from the tortured folks.
Empty words comes out of its inner space
and prophecy the mortals' truth.
Only thing I see in emptiness
is a dead head of righteous men.
Wings of death quickly reach my head,
head and hands that stretched out
for power of the day in which a fallen angel
made use of my ignorance.
Wings of death quickly reach my head.
