As I lay beneath the shining stars,
I slowly begin gazing at the the full moon,
Which has just begun it’s waning phase.
I begin contemplating on what you created in me.
This creation caused by your mendacious acts.
Continually, I repeat
“Memento Mori”
“Memento Mori”
“Memento Mori”
“Memento Mori”
This burning torment has been locked in a cage…
Beginning to break free,
Only to unleash it’s fury.
Full of fascinate power and knowledge
I have these fatefull dreams that I can not understand.
Through time, you have become so feeble minded.
You are becoming the
Requiem for my Patricide.
In these dreams,
By many,
I am called The Red Dragon.
They say I am one of the seven prophets.
I sit on my thrown as you fall to your knees,
Beginning your malicious act of mendicany.
This fire that burns within my torniqued soul…
Only grows stronger and feeds on the very escence of hate.
This creation that you brought to birth,
Burning deep within me,
It’s the Alpha and the Omega.
For me, this is where my life changes,
Where the light dims, only to become darkness.
This is where I begin my malevolent acts.
Because of this,
I must kill the one thing that created me.
For this,
You are the…
Requiem for my Patricide
Du hast dich bestimmt schon mal gefragt, warum der Bäcker an der Ecke, der Barista…