Chains of Hell
His favourite son, bringer of light.
He formed you constantly by his faded image
but what he could not see was your true destiny.
All you should have been - his private mannequin.
Do everything he said, you was completely mad,
father’s toy on a leash, that was his secret wish.
Tool of his tyranny - oh what an irony.
But everything he see was things that should not be,
he called them blasphemy and sins against to him.
You stood against your king, so he cut off your wings,
threw you to the depths of hell with chains around you neck,
seven times rang the bell and pour salt on your back.
You raised like Phoenix from the ash.
Feel the salt in your freshsly cuted flesh.
Light which should shine melted your fathers chains.
Forge them to hellish throne, eat angels flesh and crash their bones.
The light from morning star shines with pale color of death
the light which should be bright and all this just because of your dad.
You healed those flesh wounds in time when ire filled your guts
The light no more warms it burns like hell.
The devil rose when angel fell.
3 июл 2023
