Ex Anima black-metal / Čadca

cursed and hollowed, scattering time
blunting my lust
mirror of sorrow, reflecting thy mind
covered by dust
painting a million colors on the sky
by blinking of an eye
slowly towards the end of the path
the essence branches off

when the awakening no longer comes
It's like sleeping gas
under the cloak of eternal night
denying the light
assurance that everything is fine
fiction in mind
last drop of fate has now dried up
pretending delight