Sons Of Shadows
Dark wings of night sit around in silence
like, an invisible curtain of depression.
Black thoughts make the evil live
devil's soul accepts thoughts of the dark lord.
Here rise the sons of shadows
their strides, bring a smile of death
they fall into an abyss can only save you
where just, the eternity of time is in.
Rustle of wings cuts the darkness,
like a sharp knife cuts a throat of innocent.
Moonlight, in a quiet symphony of night
touches tombstones of ancient
and strengthens the atmosphere
of the last memories of life.
Forgotten moments
open new dimensions of knowledge
mysterious, wonderful
discredited by cursing.
Rustle of wings cuts the darkness,
like a sharp knife cuts a throat of innocent.
Moonlight, in a quiet symphony of night
touches tombstones of ancient
and strengthens the atmosphere
of the last memories of life.
