Thanatomorphosis

A life desertion
Through dusty pupils
Penetrates deep the memory
By cutting a new uncertainity
In the calendar
Demonic force
Some women sold
Their souls to the devil
Sticking to my temples
In each cell
Death is dancing
Grotesque waltz
With the core
Same chorus
Seeps in the ears
Like a black mass
A tattoo on the forehead
My end
The end of the world
Virgins