Immolated

That cold that feeds my blood

Beholding the dead fortress of conscience

Hold my hand while I stop breathing the flames

My suffered corpse will hit the

Ground while you pray for my life

I can live anywhere

Once it be outside my flesh

Yes I belonged to the nightmare of existence

Finally I've reached the rotting world of god

I can't accept a god bigger than death

Feel the sun getting colder

Awake the demons

You fed on your cries and laments

Revelate them in a stream of endless contempt

Memories will adorn your coffins

An orgy of mass destruction

And unordered thoughts

Mindless and violent ritual

The seed of perseverance that dies in reverence

Chaotic antithesis described in a book as salvation

Denying the image of a god

That no longer deserves being adored

Sculptured in world that forgot to be buried