The Path Below Me
by:
Amentes
In a darkened chamber they cut our hands
We predicted our end while our blood was mixing with stone
And wondered why by the last atoms of our conscience
And the scream spread over the road where the dead lied eaten by moisture
With an animal instinct I felt the pain in the dust and picked my heart up
There was fear wherever I left my trail
I observed with the white of my eyes looking for splendour
The paleness vanished from my lips
I found the world hidden under the ground for millions of years
Where the wind breathes and the dead rest
It had the glow of some fugitive years
I understood the youth out of the last drops of blood
But there was no answer
Kings of darkness
They are my friends
With cold silver eyes that turn life into stone
I tried to live, but didn`t see the burning way
It was full of trails...
Pain. Where does the pain go?
When unfolding my hands I think I can move the world
Where to hide my tears for just one bloody kiss?
Oh, by the stars hidden within the eyes...
