[Gionata June 02]
Strangled - By the strength of your poison made man
Tortured - By the absence of air consumed by
everybody else
Tormented - By an ancient plan of gaining space
Crucified - By the idea of man you cant understand.
waiting
for the storm
Its time to put an end
To love and happiness
Present is so cruel
A retribution of madness
Marching on the
storm
Going ahead without piety
Freedom is hunting me
In this blackest cloudy sky
Leave your mortal life
behind...
Drown yourself in a world... of nothingness entwined.
Possessed - By torments of past memories
Devoured - By an
hunger of centuries ago
Explosion - Is the sound of chains broken
Infection - Is the living hate through my veins
I am what
you cant control
I am fire in its purest form
I am built with the sound of anger
I am what you cant complain
I am water blue
and drained
I am built with the spine of horror
waiting for the storm
Disease in spiral downwards
What I felt in that
moment in time
Marching upon an altar, made of flesh and bones
An abyss of fury, instead an age of reason
Im getting my freedom
back, paying with your sun
Im getting my freedom back Paying with your sun
