Cronicas de muerte...

Fearless, I appear
careless, I fade away
the memory stills, hurts the being
cutting the shadow, to come back no more

the sharped crystals burn the skin
the monsters drive me in
the snakes are all over the place
feels like they run over my face
shelters fall down, in firedrowers broke, flaming
it´s free, again

the world of my creation
the people of my destrution
the religions I ignore
everything is taking control

I don´t appear to be myself
just a shadow of what I was
the memory is hurting again
In that shadow, I fall over the time...

I won´t beg, not anymore. I realized the moon and the sun aren´t dancing for me, but I can dance for them. Strings rise from above the dead body, feeding the dead mind... Death is all that´s left.... death, death, death... ?