Seven Pilgrims of Madness
Head on your pillow , you're letting your dreams rove.
Sleepness caress is your biggest pleasure , you wont be save.
Brilliance is your only pleasure.
your delighting in luxury, you look from your tower.
pitiable beggars, it's to late, your fate is sketched
The greatest treasure of all is what you've earned.
You're preciously keeping.
Each piece reward.
From his tree, the crow is watching you.
if your wrists are clenching,
If your cheeks are burning,
if tempest are broken loose behind you.
You'll be his prisonner,your salvation is now dust.
Your reflexion in the mirror, is the pinnacle of radiance.
Nothing is greater, than your porcelain face.
You only have to follow the way.
Flames of hell are dancing around you.
Millions of eyes are on your beloved,
your brain is steaming.
It captures you too.
It takes you out of entrails,
leaves you no choice.
It stings and tortures you,
it saves nobody.
You'll recognise it when it look down at you,
when your stomach will scream it's pain.
Devant lui apparut le testament du monde; l'ouvrage ultime.
Dominé par l'envie de détenir la clé du destin de notre monde, il ouvrit le livre.
Jamais il ne se serait douté de l'ampleur des dégâts qu'il allait causés.
Dehors, il pouvait entendre la détresse de milliers d'êtres mourants.