Cosmic Verdict - The Deathtrip

Sonic lapses of sheer joy

Makes no material on the globe

Track down such splendour

As the brethren of black metal

Stolen names of a limp mind

Is the fury of their seed

No remarks could ever slay

A world like this

As emphasis is twisting in time

The fuel of a twisted pchycè

Needs no glory to be seen in pride

As every instinct is set free

With moustache and beard to fake

An evening in the dead calm of life

No roads are made for the innocent

When angels are at your door

At the peak of mistakes and guilt

They suddenly jump out of their hole

In streams of reckoning and transition

On its knees before the naked truth

There and of the dead beat

That keeps it alive and breathing

Offsprings into this world

Where no evil is too strong

At the feet of a shining master

Whose intent is betrayal

Like everyone else inside the narow mind

He’ll there transcend

Treat me with respect

As evening fades

In the moments of the beast

Inside and outside the darkside