Fistful of Ashes - Darzamat

I have hatred that flies high on the dusk’s wings

I have scarlet cloak that protects me from the light

I have misty phantoms in a white incense smoke

I have temptations driven away from god’s garden

From this stone that touches my consciousness I shall make a fistul of ashes

I have immortal might that bursts so rapidly

I have madness that caresses mind and body

I have memories that burn with their redness

I have dreams that burn with no relief

Madness memories dreams

Hatred memories dreams

From this flame that burned for me into the night

I shall vanish

From the passion I shall vanish from the passion

From the passion from the passion from the passion

I have awareness that distorts my face deriding

I have uncalmed sorrow in endless complaint

I have grief in silent cry of universe

I have curse that kills with icy dagger