855. Horror Mgla Groza II
With the sunny blade in my hand that rises
With a hybrid song on my bloody lips
At the pearly gates - gonna meet my kind
And beyond the edge - on the other side of me
Every drop of poison - every stream of mouth
I have found myself when everything is gone
Horror of the emptiness comes inside me now,
Hailing the nothing, full I have become
Devouring and trampling brilliance of legions
Through the ruins of knowledge, corpses of an order
By the winding pathways and the steps, so curved
Carried by wildness, comes the lust of doubt.
июль 2025
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