Violet Fields of Extinction

Cemetery of Scream

Violet fields, blooming of the nameless crime 
In the light of the empty screens 
Pulsating ray 
Short shutters of hatred 
Ritual dance of shadow gestures 
Lodge of scoffers, tangled hands 
Humiliation, blooming on the breasts like a weed 
Transfused on the paper, the makes endless marchs of 
Twisted and sick gestures, insane shapes 
Evil, diminished to the measure of a tear 
In our might, small as the empty words 
Madmen 
On the sock of glory'n' tradition 
Darkness will come, bringin' the relief 
I won't see the face of god when he'll come 
With bowed head 
Legs in the slime of dirty life 
Left in own hopelessness 
On the armchair of illusion 
I will submit the sentence 
I'll stay the moon saving the cadaverous light 
On the violet fields of extinction