I think i've been mistaken
On my phatetic way of being
Since that i have
No where to run no where to hide
So now i have to defend myself
With a special guarantee
My future is expecting
I have to end it all right now
Searching and waiting
Though all these lost years
There's nothing but
Silence-confussion
Some pictures-illusions
How can i wait for hope?
When it comes like a rope
To my neck, to my being
Nothing but shapless thoughts
Too much heat inside
Blinded moves, fear of wrath
So here i stand
Lika a ghost sculped in time
Who can be my guide?
Someone in front of my
He knows about my silent destiny
I feel anguish
I'm riding the tomb of the gods
When the night fall
His shining eyes reinforce
The lip's warm smile
It was an image of that
Secure, peaceful and quitness
Like a beauty extension
The silence, the call have some gloom
Everything is so peacefull
That i feel buried in a sea of stone
The atmosphere is shrinking
But the sun falls
And the moon grows
It's getting cold
All i can hear are dark symphonies
All i can see is some white light
At the moment i hear a dirge for me
I'm walking my last steps alive
It's seems i'm sick
Of a pain with no cure
Beyond the fear
Trough loneliness i walk
Holding the stone
With my shrapened teeth
Searching and waiting...
That's death
Finally i've reached
The land of death surrounds me
By trying
Not dying
Just about the time i leave
And after all i've said
There's nothing more i care about
But my last will
But at least i have
The strenght to face it
I give a hand to death
With brightness on my eyes
I feel there's nothing more
Inside of me
But i will smile
When i die!
3. andromeda strain
A predator awaits
His time to be discovered
Just waiting for a prey
The index case
He will spread the death
Through all the race
The horseman of the plague
Now it' s useless
To pray . . .
Andromeda strain you will die soon
Loosing blood through every hole
Melena, myalgia and fever
Ebola-like disease
Now you have the touch of death
Deterioration by sweating blood
Repulsive body in
Agony . . .
The prophecy was true
Eradication of our kind
Alone we walk the path
Many of us will die
Only the chosen may survive this time . . .
Of chaos and death
Your face becomes a mask
Of expressionless white skin
From where the sunken eyeballs
Cry bloody tears that fall
Screams from all around
Everywhere the bloody eyes
That stare with the horror
Only death can paint
In the eyes . . .
The prophecy was true...
Struggling to breath
Walking through streets
Where convulsing bodies
Just fall and die
Before your eyes
The vision of the slaughter
Of a heartless killer
You see a pregnant women
With a fetal loss
And genital bleeding
There's nothing you can do
But pray for her
She died in a state of shock
And the pain of her lost
Your time has come
Nausea, vomiting, bleeding, myalgia, fever
Anuria, melena, delirium, tachypnea, convulsions
Coma, stertor, death
Has ended with our kind?
There's no disease
That can kill us all
A few just may survive
There's hope, an other chance
But for now the silence reigns
Many corpses in the slaughter field
With their static bloody eyes
Just wondering why?
The smell of rotting flesh
Floats with the wind
That also caries the disease