Vorror

It was a morbid morning, or maybe evening, no one really knew, no one really cared. It was the twelfth day of the twelfth month, and the locals celebrated this ceremony of birth, or maybe it was rebirth, never noticed. Dark men with golden masks were singing songs of blood and bones, while their women, dressed in crowns colored with the dark-pink color of the gates of hell, once you passed through those gates, in any direction, you remembered the color, and the fact they decorated their ceremonial dresses with it gave you half a clue about this lost civilization and it members. A man, dark as night, pointed his fingers toward the horizon an

The false gods laugh as the scorching heat, Shifts the strings - and the pale faced fools dance. And I am the last one left, to welcome the rain, Cause we need something to wash the blood away. The clouds cover the sun, And sunset paints my face blood red. All the voices locked up inside my head, It's already hard to breath. Yet it gets worse. Thunder claps, gives me the beat, The mind orders the feet, to dance. Drops keep striking the ground, And as if bound to god himself, I enter the trance. The upcoming storm is already here, Can you hear the howling wind? Rise and shine, a new era has just arrived. Let the pure

I can see her face, her pure snow-white skin, her blood red lips, and her hazel eyes. I can see her from this deserted rooftop. She's so angelic and beautiful, surrounded by her cult of admirers, horny teenagers and shallow girls. They talk. It seems that it's their only action. They talk but say nothing that bears sense. She the princess of her own kingdom, and I am the troll who lived under the bridge leading to the nearby rural village. Indeed, the male and female who gave me life replaced me with a human baby; god knows what they've made with him. I leaved among those pathetic mortals. They hated me, of course, how can such superior bein