Chronic Death - Winterhorde

Out!

Never more!

Run like demon

Light!

Corridors are screaming

Air!

Smell of death

Flows along the wind

Can’t escape the voices in my head are telling me to kill

The night when baton swings

Transfusing blood to suffering

Which is the key to genius reigns in me

The night a life will end abrupt by fat, the vengeful hand

Her final breath will heal

My chronic death

Crescendo pulse, heart is beating fast

The feet just found the path, led from above

Reliving humid suffocating grief of loss

Since you’ve been gone

No single note I wrote

So let her go forever!

The night when baton swings

Transfusing blood to suffering

Which is the key to genius reigns in me

The night a life will end abrupt by fat, the vengeful hand

Her final breath will heal

My chronic death

The summer butterflies of past

Had burned away, turned into dust

Somatic hurricanes of lust

Abandoned empty bed

Poetic dreams

Within pathetic real

And nothing move to feel

But the heart is still going on and on and…

Diagnosis: chronic death

When your life is worse than dying

Kill to save your skin or kill yourself

Run away from paltry essence

To the worlds of scales and passages

There is harmony and no one

Stands behind your back

Chronic death