17.11.2018
Sun will rise
Eternal twilight upon my landChained my daring thoughts with gloom.
Dust of freethinker smokes in the ash
But he stood still for what he believed.
Heroes are gone to drunkness and quiet life.
Keepers of our kin are in whore fever.
We're on the edge, what a disaster.
But no one will ever find this out.
Those who can see lurk in the blindness.
Those who could hear in alien silence.
Day after day can't be lived without losses.
In trap got himself who was followed by food.
I don't see nor don't hear,
Even to say a word I fear.
But this act of cleansing from above us
We will bear, we're on the same way.
Strikes of thunder, about new deeds the wind sings.
Time of reckoning, burning all filth the sun will rise.
Years passed without an aim.
Your glance doesn't shine with cherished dream.
Pseudomaster of nature
Pseudofight with pseudoself.
Mind is covered with fog.
Millions are in slavery of sect's net.
In religious deceit
Is every object entangled and cursed.
Strikes of thunder, about new deeds the wind sings.
Time of reckoning, burning all filth the sun will rise.
But while burning and blinding
Prophets and fake sages,
The sun draws new shapes and erases the old.
It will rise upon ruins of jails and palaces.
It will rise despite of the clouds,
Despite of infinity of twilight thunderstorm.
And by me is my loyal companion.
The inquisition will be harsh.
by Void Lord