The Epoch After 08. 11. 04

                The Epoch After
      - to not forget about the malice -

                1.
Amidst the cold and gloomy season
My hatred wakens from its sleep
Too long the silence was my prison
And there I lost the final grip
Tonight begins the Epoch After
Which may redeem me or derange
And following the demon's laughter
My grief is yearning for revenge
                2.
Was I the martyr of the aeon?
Why have I lost my faithful friends?
Who're now the ghosts of the pantheon?
Who stayed upon the crying lands?
These questions tear my brain asunder
But none can give me the reply
Somebody's speeches are the slander
Someone heeds just the bleeding sky
                3.
I'm mourning... but the squeezing halter
Of fate is no more on my neck
The pinks have withered on the altar
And there's no reason to look back
The fear of death is but the drivel -
We all shall rest in solitude
And I'd prefer the smile of Evil
To the eternal tears of Good
                4.
Awake, my hatred! Raging blizzard!
Inhume this dirty loathsome world
Its greed and filth stick in my gizzard
So, lift my soul above the wold
And in this frantic devastation
We'll wrap with snow the curling clay
'Twill be the true obliteration
For my astrayal dreams. For aye
                5.
All you, denying and benighted!
Your destiny's to pay the price
The people's deeds will be requited
Under the canopy of ice
Who spits on Truth, receives Disaster -
The anger of the freezing flames
And through the storm's destructive bluster
The sentenced soon will hear their names
                6.
To you, dumb, ignorant and listless
The light of day will bid farewell
The winter darkness is my mistress
And she's proclamed the time to quell
And o'er the horrified, abandoned,
Bleak cities of the great distress
I'll be the last this ground's ascendant
To pour my rage and evanesce...