quinta-feira, 26 de março de 2009

The call oh the wild


Back to the wild

where the beast belongs to...

howling to the moon

telling stories from the past....


Moonless night,

the crying that fills the emptiness inside

the call of the wild,

forever in me...


A wolf without a pack,

the last of the wilds,

another lonelly soul in the dark of night.

segunda-feira, 23 de março de 2009

All that will remain..

Before the drugs

before the end

before the pain

this is all that will remain!


A dead scar tissue,

the blood on the floor

a blink of an eye,

and you will see me no more


Close your eyes

and you will ear

the screams of fear inside your head!


All that will remain!

watch the blood,

i still stand

and this is all that will remain!