Aparathus piosenki

Never did I see another way for me My bane was sucked at birth, my veins contaminated I died at birth a cauterized brain death There will never be another fucking way for me Emotions uncontrolled Searched their way out off my lacerated soul Hatred trans...

Only echoes from the void Dwindle through bleak far reaches Which will never bring to you An obscure secret no wind has ever spew Down under they suffer in divisions for decades Disfigured lying in rotting puddles of blood Growing outside fucking world...

Nevermore lapse into sleep Eyes must linger open to avoid the rush When convulsions would pervade my brain too deep Stabbing and tearing, dream-cell aggrieving Struggling with the malady Fast it grabs me again and clasps The last glimpse of sanity Dwin...

(Phase I: Statuesque) Lanky winds howled over the landscape Black waters denuded circles remote There was a darkened statue aside Whose hat stuck out covered with moonlight He was calm as death Awaited something But not a drastic splinter interfering w...

I isolate from the daily hell, within my own It is such a scorn around that place Here I bathe in darkness and the spiteful mind of mine Relieve me on a dead mankind “This is my stronghold shrouded in absurdest passion. It is getting dim for you, it is g...

Feeding the fetor a new time When I enter the shelves with my prey Dripping with half a soul, weakening They linger until the collapse of organism When the body turned cold on the floor It is time to perform the ritual To experience their purification...

I rage Each time they impede me in my head I am about to stir the dread Stones to anchor in my way Shall be blown crushing away Why must I be the one? Supposed to wander across my enemies’ soil Vanish! Ye scummy opponents I break this ground to raze...

A baneful clanging sound pierces through the wooden walls As the door opens slowly to the gallery The pure lunacy content A range of devices allotted to the mess among the mass The sickle and the carver Two of each one I clutch at them Back onto the sh...

Resting fragments of glass towards the hole Drawing the wooden floor A border grotty shadowed Disguised in gloom Illuminative window It would just be a piteous hand Reaching for devious rays Only the shifting moons Penetrate and taunting me Vast ext...