My,
dismal soul,
eternally bleeding,
as I witness,
the falling mankind.
I cry for their sins,
eternal
tears,
this hateful existance,
our final,
doom.
With tearfilled eyes,
I stare towards the sky,
my spirit
free,
flies into obscurity,
obscurity.
body, degenerating,
ora, feeding my soul,
truth, revealed,
at
last,
I,
am,
born.
Through the everlasting night among the stars I fly,
with the soaring eagle leaving my past
behind,
the point of no,
return.
The whispering voice of my corpse on earth calls to me,
it wants me back,
spellbound
by it's magic I start to fall,
the soaring eagle imprisoned in pain,
empty soul struggling,
again.
Destiny awaits,
the
evil whispering voice,
it decays as it witnesses the revival of my soul,
of,
of my soul,
the,
point,
of
no,
return.