Peccatum

The past led me into
The arms of the present
Darkness was made into
Something even darkes
While the vague shadow
Was made into a manifesto
And as the axe of truth fell
I died
He shalt be reborn
And in an unknown
Manifestation he shalt
Again wander the earth
And he shalt be reborn
I died; I died again;
I died even once more
The soul of mine could
Fly its wings belonged
To the angel of death
And it showed me the way
Of everlasting raindrops
As I died
As the angelic rain wept
Passed the wings of death