Catharsis

You should try my somber destiny
To see through the eyes of death
Beyond the gates of illusion

Even the dead can suffer
Surrounded by a deep grief
You are rotting as the faith as the faith!

The night calls you
Freezing your bones
In an eternal winter
An innocent spirit, pale, shattered
Like a trophy made of ice

I spit on your white grave
While you pray for eternal life
Your tears are ignored
No beliefs, no gods
Just misery, misery!

Thousand demons laughing so loud
Deafening your soul
Your rotten heart dies now