Pyopoesy - Ballad of Deceased Souls

Life torned by a steel
Coming of day reporting death
Archards full of mourning
Mourning, symbol of kingdom of fear
Faith! Inviolable like an odour of the night
Faith! Uselessness of next words
Faith! Like an innocent of murder
Faith!!!!
There below cross
You're opening the gates of torned illusions
Cold odour of death
Of flowers casted for dead
Mourningflying
In wind of past
Lie! Inviolable like an odour of the night
Lie! Uselessness of next words
Lie! Like an innocent of murder
Lie!!!!!
Love! Inviolable like an odour of the night
Love! Uselessness of next words
Love! Like an innocent of murder
Love!!!!!
Intoxication of the minds
With a pictures of beauty
Walking for the end
In silent night laugh
Intoxication and beauty
Soon the latter
And finally out of the ring