Umbral
Paulo Monteiro
At the touch of suicidal hands
My heart becomes weak
The smell of emptiness leaves me plagued by my existence
At the door of pain the gloomy fate fills my eyes with tears
The gate of Azazel will be my fate
The true terror of my soul is now present in my being
I feel safe going through the umbral
Sweet light of my soul
No more pain
Fallen angels comfort me in the sweet madness of my mind
My fall is watched by lucifer
I'm home
My suffering is just beginning
My skin torn apart
My pain
My certainty
I'm at home with Azazel
In the endless abyss
Where my soul burns in the sigh of death of my dark existence