Lirieke: Disarmonia Mundi. Last Breed.

every second seems so meaningless just like a whirlwind of dust and all you witness is a part of me the one that I distrust I am the fallen one and I don't give a fuck at all so just step aside digging your every sin in my mental crawl but as I look into your empty eyes and taste the coldness of your heart I feel the poison rushing through my veins slashing my soul apart I fell from grace and cursed your name burnt to ashes just to rise again I fed my lust upon your anger and shed my seed into your embers (and still feels like the first time) entwine the sense in this place of anger and for a very last time let me see your soul burning and as I kneel among the ruins of the chambers of the morgue I know that I'll be here waiting for the centuries to come