Wrecked In Ruins Of Solitude

...through the cold breaths

once called: the living!

Abandoned the carnal shape of mortal

- into light-path...

Darkened by the shades,

strong virtue (S.A.T.A.N.), majestic...

Once...

forsaken man - believed god,

in own plague arise and fell.

Where voice of yours echoes through the mist,

a deaf listener awaits

And he, behold, poorly tries your words to serve,

as they never appear..

Glorifying, seeing you as highest,

the trace without a reach

Yet stabbed you cry,

tragically remained...