Besatt

The night's colour are calling me
They are tempting my senses
Without borders
The world is rotating in fiery pentagram
Full of false and hypocrisy
I'm rejecting it
Mirror of my condemned soul
is breaking makes free
Demons of evil
In candle-lights dusted books
with hidden truths
I'm absorbing them
Destination- it's a card given by fate
Hatred- it's weapon to destroy the enemies
Instinct- it's gift shows you the way
Pain -it's delight I receive and give to others