Words Of Rage

An angel fall’s into the sea
With fire wings and lust within
A flame that glows through the night
In an ancient throne the blood of pride

The raven covers the sea of blood
Moonlight shadowing the fire free
To the shore the glowing flows
Penetrating the greenful soul

There consumes
Occult sign
Between the growing horde
The awake of the soulless pride
Under the crown of the raging word

So there stands the prophet of truth
In silence, yet screaming
Straight up in a field of light
Dwelling upon a ground of might

This ground so cold and grey
With lightings of dismay
A red colored sky
Where ravens fly high

So ear children of stone
Feel the aura in the storming throne
Listen to the word within
And spread your rage in screams…

Standing At the End of Time

Another step has brought me here
Where time dwells and froze the tears
Into this life we rise in pain
Forever fighting against all in vain

Through the path of dying roses
By the poured wine of man
A walk in time by night causes
Intimation to the end

Craving our illusion
In a portrait of desire
Turning our confusion
Into a dynasty of fire

Living under the shadow
In this elliptic ground
Standing at the end of time
Of this neurotic sound...

The Silence...