Psalm IV

Death has come to hang me, we’re all wastes of god
They wanna be what they can’t become
Mud flows in your veins and covers your skin
An angel protects you from yourself
But a last breath comes from your deathly pallor
A black hearse gonna be your next shelter
Where life has ceased to exist, we shall join to the forbidden acts
We’ll wander where death has not dared to enter
Emptiness surrounds nothingness, carressing the world, sadly
Tomorrow we’ll close our eyes forever, the ending we chose
Flowers as company, reflected on cold marble
The way of all lives is repeated, we know our end
The smell of the cellar penetrates my lungs
What we have seen is our world
A thorough life to forget throughout time
A thorough life in suffering and insanity
What we have felt is our lives
And the black scene envelops me, my body will remain faithful to it
We are the ghosts in control of the stillborns future
Without life, without love, a cluster of atoms in agony