Behind the mask, another full of lies.
In the rambling tongue a vile disguise.
The vial now broken, blemished, exposes a burning cleft,
Don't talk to me, for in you I have no trust left.
Time now passes, as in Helheims Depths.
Falling rubble, the ringing bell, rapid partings in the mellow tears that fell.
No more words, my 'friend', please go to hell.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 9:00 AM UTC
Behind the mask, another full of lies.
In the rambling tongue a vile disguise.
The vial now broken, blemished, exposes a burning cleft,
Don't talk to me, for in you I have no trust left.
Time now passes, as in Helheims Depths.
Falling rubble, the ringing bell, rapid partings in the mellow tears that fell.
No more words, my 'friend', please go to hell.