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Bleeding from thousand wound

My black blood crying in the night

A mirror

What is totally black

If I hold it before me

There is no hardly anything

Only ashes

Only solitude

Burning out everything

Everything is dead in my inner self

However, I live

There still are ashes

The remains of a devastation

Although, the screaming what I feel

Is before the ages, I still hear its

Black fog buries the air

What is living here?

The smell is the odour of a rotting timeless time

The air corrodes everything

What is ventures to here

Only ashes

Ashes everywhere

There is no life

This is the empire of the eternal Death

The place, where the escaping wanderers

Pilgrimizes from the life

Empire of the Past

Scream of our black blood