Powerless hands of fiery sand,
Voices of dead from every land
Torturing;
Only those that the flesh desired,
For which he always sacrificed
Everything.
Strangled by grieving, in his howl
So shapeless, bitter, bestial
Voices rise,
The red and dark - painted remains
Of those cruel, horrible days
Shut his eyes.
Insanity's wildfire burns,
Fuels his rage against heaven's
Oppression;
Now, cut the final earthly bond,
To carve in stone, that he's beyond
Redemption.
Keep on going, you're so above,
Endlessly dreaming 'bout a love
Immortal;
Those of this twisted - minded hell,
Not empty - hearted angels, shall
Know it all.
