Dark Italia
00martedì 3 giugno 2003 09:55
I see the red into his eyes,
I see the perfection on his face,
his white skin
and his maze running in the empty.
He is lost in the darkness
And he’s searching for the salvation.
This impure creature who stole my soul
now is waiting for my reach.
I’ll lift his dark soul up again,
and I’ll take his flesh.
But for now I stay to look to him
because he must pay for his sins.
Inviato da Mary - Fondatrice di Bleeding Words