Ritual

I was laughing
The flames rose higher
I laughed, oh how I laughed

My eyes went dry
My voice cracked
My scream cut the night
And I was burning

All was joy then and I was master
Worlds would crumble, nothing would I spare
And nothing left, nothing left

Bound forever
To the far beyond
Worlds would crumble, nothing would I spare
And nothing left, nothing left

 

Written and © Marco Abularach

 

 


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