Testo Storm Whip - Old Wainds

Storm Whip

The dead way
Fading trace of light
Storm-Whip
To ride the withers of the wind
The dead age
Violent Storm-Whip
Has left behind
The abandoned corpse of light!!!
Trampling their skulls into dirt
I enjoy the still expression
of horror and fright
Of their dead eyes
The moon was shining
In black eyeholes
They’d become carrion
For crows to feed…
Only the corpse torn to pieces is left
And hands hold a fierce, violent
Storm-Whip!!!
What remains to me is only
my shining (dead) way
Though rivers of fire
And silence of abyss
Though freezing biting winds
And Rituals of Death
Where my trace will fade away
Covered in gore
Leaving behind only
torn to pieces