Blood Storm

Cerimonial Sacred

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Sadness runs down my face
Sadness writes me describing sorrow
Sadness over my hair splatters
Dead darkness that falls down
Sad just like an endless moment
Too sad that scares me

The wind blows strongly out there my Lord
And announces one more winter coming, stuck in this cold cell
I am able to hear the coming storm depressed
Moaning through
The tiny opening, in the wall
Seeing the first drops of the big torment in the early morning
Still wrapped up in shrouds

I will feel the pleasant breeze in touch
with my injuried face I want to be not paying attention to anything
But watching you, before the fire reaches me

The rain has already started its gloomy whine and the terrible
Algoz cortege pulls out pieces from my starving body...
Which words will I drag up to you?
If there is no strength in my body, I'm only able to think

Sad just like the labor mornings, going now here
I wander along the empty cell, acrophobic the catatonic nostalgic
Spine in my rock hiding, the madness devils watch me
And the water noise invades my casket, it comes like a
Vengeance warning, just like it has been pushed by some powerful hands

Blood storm, such as pitilessness torrents, will dye the sky in scarlet red

Sadness runs down my face
Sadness writes me describing sorrow
Too sad that scares me
Too sad and too much, the only know how to be too sad