Cadaveria

This is not the silence, but its void
Without memory, fixed in formalin.
Sea without shores and horizons
Wind dissolving dried up remains
Obscurity of visceral holes
Sinking into remote abysses
Fragments of a stigmatized soul
Defying the other side of destiny.
Iron force digging the heart pulp
Pure diamond shining in secret on the tame limit of imploring blood
Game of deceit and illusions
Hand that raises the curtain
Every atom of air nourishing me.
Melting the unknown
Unleashing the black cloud of enigmas.
Don’t close your eyes in the face of havoc
Cure the ill sprouts!