Gangraena - Beati Mortui

Just one piece, so tiny

of me, of my soul

did you hide

did you stole

did you dare to do so

and was it worth

or too much.

to be told

Buried reflection

lost contradiction

that was twisted

to be described

as a fiction

called love, affection

fatal infection

the carcass, deceased of megalomania

losing me never even found

Yes this must be sign, divine

know, grow to be mine

to be worth of this desire

Oh so cold

why that cold

is the flesh

of the dream

to be seen unreal

foreseen

frozen is the womb

bitter, frustration

frustration

I am lost

never even found

Sacrificing the purest, the best

yet still decaying

the ruins, the rest

the rest

Nothing, oh nothing

can´t be missing

what is missing

as blood once so bright, red

has turned to be black, to death.

Just one piece, so tiny

of me, of my soul

you did hide

you stoled

you dared to do so

was not worth

as not enough you hold

Gangraena

the dead

Gangraena

once so red

The black, the dead

Once so bright, so red

The dead