Born Under the Capricorn
It's only fear This feeling that is trappin'you You, nervous Wearing the clothes that they've cut up to you I don't want that time could rot this fruit from inside Noe I know It's true what I've been thinking about you You. you are just a losing game Waiting' the fire In the triangular spiral Of spirit. god and woman You've been struck By the curse of the malice which is panic I don't want that time could rot this fruit from inside Now I know It's true what I've been seeing in your eyes You, you're just a losing game Wait in the fire
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I can feel the message In what they left in time For the sons But when I start to look around In this filthy world of mine I really want to reborn Twisting, turning all the ways Inside their bodies are died They say that life goes on Misunderstanding, killing themselves Between their chaos of laws They try to defeat my spawn.
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I can kill tonight The goatfish stars are right You'd better disappear To take your last moment in fear. But when the whistle of the wind blowin'at your mind Go on and take a swig Todrink up your last goblet. You seventh son You think I'm doing wrong You're just a grain of sand For what is left behind.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Under the moon-lit grove, I see thy hooves speeding, Engulfed by sensual mysts. Circling the herd, Wich is wild and true, Roaming the wilderness. He, A god alien to the breed of the gods, God who zeus consecrated to the stars For his struggle with typhon During the war of titans. Io, pan! Your voice is my voice Your fire is mine I'm living thru it. Wandering the night of pan, A pyre in my soul, A dark don qixote Searching for the garden of earthly pleasures, Like a been in the sun. A moth to the flame doomed to die, While pan, as a phoenix, Spreads throug every living being. In girum imus nocte, et consumimur igni
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025