Stupor from Ex Nihilo by Malepeste

Don’t stop the ethereal flame,
It’s lower than it should be.
And now ear my command,
Before it’s gone.

And i will free up your hate,
It will not be in vain.
Raw is my outrage,
And now we’re raging under the fire.

Echoes, filling up my mind with lies.
Echoes, blending with my time.

Echoes, from the past, revive,
Right under that freak that I’ve become.

Echoes, from below, growing,
The black fire, that pierces through my skin.

Here my time has gone,
For now we’re laying on the floor and moan.
Can’t believe I’m drowning in my gall and cry,
I refuse to drop the essence of my time.
Timeo terror mirum.

• France