Hour Of Penance

It will be a smoke screen.
Dawn of deepest evil.
Once you dreamed about him,
now he's standing, bleeding, freezing,
gazing at your empty body,
craving for your choice soul,
one more time.
Meaning of no-life.
Suddenly caught in terror.
Cauldron of praying souls,
piled up in the fire.
Bleeding.
Undertaken from beyond death.
Souls are falling.
Power never understood,
drench and course of all men.
We must see all our dreams
caught and burned at awake, forsake.
Dimming of the feelings.