Groans To The Guilty

Foscor

Here you have, the dreadful sound of perish
Mentally tired and bored
Thousand faces affront me, through corridors of hope
Penitent am I but guilty their sentence
Subtle wounds received, and here comes the Life

Hidden eyes show the splendour
Approach violent pride
Dual wall enclose the scruples
Dust and bones compose the mutter

Nail down soul burnt and laid in books for liars
Mistrust grown hard again a poor desire
Fair icon’s shake the human shall dissent!!!

Source of delight in the land of worms
Sorrow
Groans to the man who deserves reward
False oath