pain and chasms

 

he carries his knife, like a wounded love

lit's the world on fire,

to form his own land

with a concealed strand

hurles the threat 

and indulges himself

into the flesh appeal

forlorn he fell

into a underworld

to contemplate all it's

poisonous core

at war with angels , 

after a dismal sleep

it's now time

to claim all this new routes

by fire

at war 

with punctured idols

all blood gushes

through the wreath

it's the treachery of humanity,

to him 

who falls from grace,

into the boughs of abnormality

shrouds of victory, 

where this kingdom falls

it's time

to summon you,

to me 

back again

to bare this light

with me

through all our ways

(of pain and chasms)

gritos,

qual destes o espetáculo

mais miserável e pungente ?

que desventuras 

tão graciosamente 

desvendadas?

- na vingança 

da razão

que veio até mim.