Rossomahaar - Praising The Departure Of Spiritual Strength

Welcome to my dearest gallery

The exhibition of my doubts...

Come inside and rejoice with my philosophy

Enjoy my faded images of grief...



Welcome to my sweet and scarlet world

Where wretched conquerors cringe by my feet...

Loathsome often are the human ways

Since one never knows what awaits him

Behind that dark and twisted corner...


Pariah for some - idol for the masses

What will be my human end

Either worthless one, among the visionary ruins

Or immortality, among the minds of men...?



I keep on following my own way

Fighting - and feasting upon their condemned souls

Yet one more resistance has been overcome, so to say

This is my path, this is my world, these are my fouls

(... foul-fiends, the dearest ones...)



Yet again you're welcomed in my lair

Yet again you're invited to meet earth's most wanted scum...

Yet again you cross my path and lose your own

Yet again you give birth to indifferent perception...



Praise the loss of strength, run away in fear

Is this what you've spent your life for?

Praise the lack of energy, humiliate and sear

Is this what you've dreamt those nights of?

Hail yourself, for you're the newborn anchorite

Is this what you think the life should be alike?



My gallery grows day by day

Even though I never knew the difference

Between day and night, for I was born

Blind into this world...