كلمات Devilsspear

Flames burning my bodily abyss and something leaves me so easy as if not part of me. Sense of spiritual darkness and pain possess my essence in the exiles of my destiny. I am sinking. Among sights cringing in horror and tortures enslaving me in redemption. Sceneries sinking mournful lamentation reflecting the destinies of the billion martyrs destined by clear silence among which the floating echo of the dark intellect. My nightmares, so real, part of a cerebral labyrinth, are darkness, surprising me with its wisdom, blinding me with its flame, dancing in a fierce harmony, more wildly and more bright than ever to meet the morning dark.