Ephel Duath

Its not time to arrange
Cause I want to taste this infection again.
Wish of tranquillity stinks like an absurd lie,
I long to enumerate
How many ariose conclusions I will dodge.
My beating nerves are devouring entrails and this poor will to repress.
I cant perceive my dismal singing,
And I admit:
Its not simple to renounce to this deafening torture.
Mr. annoyance is caressing an implosion
And Im searching for the right communion to rid this purple light.
Resume to see.
Close the book.
[ Imploding Lyrics ]