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Predilection

Bleeding solitude eternally engraved in stones.
Scars of hallucinations forgotten among constellations.
Keep the burning soul immaculate, from another passage
to another life.

Between the cold ways of conscience, now I know forever
who I can be.
Through the unholy flesh of your cancer, son of sadness carried
by frost.

Stars have created death...and they agree to give you a chance.
Now listen to your dirty soul...because my favorite dream is to see you die.

Now you forget your insipid sufferance.
My blade is ready to crush, your feeble heart, pathetic soil.
Now little flesh it's time to die.

Stars have created death...and they agree to give you a chance.
Now listen to your dirty soul...because my favorite dream is to see you die.

Auteur : Hellhaz

Lost Spectral Delight

Knife consumes the flesh of burning hopes
and desillusions are bleeding in life's circles.
Crushed by the spectral blade,
lost through freezing possessions.
Who is the pure temple god ?

Illusions are the sickness of
human alienation among time.
Lost and consume forever to
contemplate the pathetic desolation.
I'm their spectral delight's god.

When knife penetrates in opened hearts.
Deep old freezing possession will receive
their lunatic cold salvation.
Until the travel between knife and scars.
No lights can hurt the spectral temple anymore.

Lost forever through reality.
Delight this human hope,
is a scar through oblivion.
I'm the thorns of sanity.

Auteur : Hellhaz