The shady night calls me...

I open my black wings and cross the lost city. Under the dark mantle of the large city I glimpse martyrdom, weeping; poetry of blessed pain, tenebrous symphony that feeds my entrails.

I already savor the stench. I put my torn feet on the bloody terrenal ground and cover my wings. My skin is dyed of humanity. Am your, am I, am both.

I'm close to the necropolis to my destiny, in this my already known world in where the souls do not see me. I aspire behind your nape of the neck... Uhmmm I smell the damage, I feel the lies, I love your hatred, I want everything. Shout with my mind that has arrived your hour. Give me which I have come to look for.