30 November 2012
To create a portrait full of light,
In the darkest hours of the night,
One must cleanse themselves of blood and sin,
And let only love and purity in,
And if at first you dont succeed,
Then try again until you bleed,
Release yourself from your iron shackles,
And run unarmed straight into battle,
Fight with vigour, bloodlust and courage,
Upon a ship sailing its maiden voyage,
But if your bonds should cut your wrists,
Stand and raise your bloody fist,
With an army standing at your back,
Scream with rage and attack,
Claim your revenge and cut them down,
Bury their bodies deep underground,
Burn them with your fiery cry,
And let the smoke cover the sky,
And when it is done and there is finally peace,
May you fall into blissful release.
My 300th Opuss - Editted • Opuss № I