Inviolate

Ex candesco en invidia

(Sweats and freezes
He feels emasculated)
All his devilish thoughts keep hunting him
In flesh and bones from ashes and corpse
For his toxicated blood they crave

Widely open his methystic eyes
Before the ending of his might
Where his future lies
It’s in the cold winter night

In simulo vos proditionis

Chained in his own prison
Can’t escape from oblivious guilt
Can’t find unshakeable faith to resist

Fears his reflection to face
In the misty forest he’s lost
Deep in a labyrinth he loathes the most
Thirsty vampires observing his fear
Desiring one eternal bloodred tear

Then shadows of silent words
Came to haunt in form
His futile present
In the lonely path
He continues to run
Ignoring the gloom of an honest heart

Trying to set free from binds
Unreleased he falls in lethargic sleep
Touched by a devouring pain
Wrapped in suspicion, it seems in vain
Whispers and weeps left him accursed

Short-lived asthmatic breath
Calling his ghosts to this painting of death
Thousand demonic loves grieving dogmatically
The loss of a last secterian eventide
While a red cold moon rises

Vestra severitas mei placo

Blur memories pronouncing the awakening
As fortitude raises in remembrance of bright shining
Gnawing doubts of own abilities extinguish
His life he doesn’t will to relinquish

As he passes expeditiously
through the seraphic dark tunnel
Finds the exit in the lake
His way he is now able to take