Verkènt Csendes - Thirst for Thy Blood


Alone in my loneliness 
My soul tortured by time 
My shouts are evil like in the middle of the night 
Not being able to touch thy flesh ,nor taste thy blood 

My mind faints away and feels you 
My desire to taste thy flesh is raging 
Allowing myself by the wind, letting be pushed by time 

Nature has made me what I'm now 
A cold,blood thirsty and stone like creature 
Closing my eyes remembering the taste of thy life flooding my veins 

Unable to contain my sense plainly 
Wind has guided me to your presence 
Longing for those last remains of plain violence 
Tearing myself off thy flesh, hasting from your blood 
I enjoy this instant to taste every present bit of time 
Wind has calmed , silence has come back for few moments...only...

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