Beneath the mire

Beneath the mire
Haunted nights for haleyon days
Can´t sleep to the scraping of his voice
Nature´s way struck grief in me
And I became a ghost in sickness

Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And you´d pity my conviction
Whereas I thought of myself as a leader
You´d cling to your pleasant hope
It is twisted fascination
While I´d ruin the obstacles into despair
And I´m praising death
Lost love of the heart
In a holocaust scene memory
Decrepit body wearing transparent skin
Inside, the smoke of failure
Wept for solace and submit to faith
In his shadow I´m choking
Yet flourishing
Master
A delusion made me stronger
Yet I´m draped in pale withering flesh
I sacrificed more than I had
And left my woes beneath the mire
En las noches encantadas para días serenos, el insomnio se apodera de mí al escuchar el susurro de su voz. La forma en que la naturaleza desató la tristeza en mí, convirtiéndome en un fantasma enfermo...