Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos or underneath the messy stars scattered on the canvas of night Someone is victim of the vision of suspicious
Reptilian Shudders- compensates for the bruise left by fangs and claws As saliva gives luster I linger with fever over your every pore squirming by the
My soul is a wicked vulture Who whishes to steal the celestial treasure To revel in bliss and rapture I will devour the blood-red skies And reach the
A sharp blade is disguised by an elegant curtain Devil's large hand corrupts with false beauty and all the sheeps stupidly bite the lure of envy Is a
Confined to our fortifications, Besieged by a horde of berserk wolves, We rapidly ran out of food And sought an armistice ... The plague of Famine had