In the humid air, steam
lifted by the beam of the sun,
thus run one who was once
uplifted; cast down he was,
fueled by rage he simply hunts
----
The Shaitan said thus: here
I lie in await for victim that
draweth nigh, they shall fall prey
to me without time to contemplate.
Three travelers pass by, the first
is wise when he sees the man
in the street lying wounded.
Spoke he: Aha! That old devil!
In much mischievous acts and
mysteriousness doth he revel.
Only the fool could fall prey,
Only the tool, who will pass by
inevitably by the end of the day
In his own drool called kindness
he lay. I call it thus: blindness
that leads many to dismay!
----
The vanity of insanity
is discovered by the illuminated.
Over our heads it hovers
waiting to be interpreted.
Many hath seen this cankerous
wound that bleeds endlessly,
yet their interference only sends
one to the tomb needlessly;
Ours gives life,
for where there is strife an
idea is born from the womb,
where there is death, the life
of the mighty draw its first breath
and bursts into the world to defend
the strong from the decadent less.
Though their armies be long in numbers
and hordes, from the cup of morality
do they gorge. We have arisen after
years of isolation within the dark prison,
Destruction shall be let loose, there where be
no truce. Our war cry all will here and listen
while awaiting in cowardice, powerless to stop the terror they see in their vision and defy what fate has told them: "You shall surely die..."
lifted by the beam of the sun,
thus run one who was once
uplifted; cast down he was,
fueled by rage he simply hunts
----
The Shaitan said thus: here
I lie in await for victim that
draweth nigh, they shall fall prey
to me without time to contemplate.
Three travelers pass by, the first
is wise when he sees the man
in the street lying wounded.
Spoke he: Aha! That old devil!
In much mischievous acts and
mysteriousness doth he revel.
Only the fool could fall prey,
Only the tool, who will pass by
inevitably by the end of the day
In his own drool called kindness
he lay. I call it thus: blindness
that leads many to dismay!
----
The vanity of insanity
is discovered by the illuminated.
Over our heads it hovers
waiting to be interpreted.
Many hath seen this cankerous
wound that bleeds endlessly,
yet their interference only sends
one to the tomb needlessly;
Ours gives life,
for where there is strife an
idea is born from the womb,
where there is death, the life
of the mighty draw its first breath
and bursts into the world to defend
the strong from the decadent less.
Though their armies be long in numbers
and hordes, from the cup of morality
do they gorge. We have arisen after
years of isolation within the dark prison,
Destruction shall be let loose, there where be
no truce. Our war cry all will here and listen
while awaiting in cowardice, powerless to stop the terror they see in their vision and defy what fate has told them: "You shall surely die..."
