The Feast Of The Dying Sun

Hellish lamps!
Do you feel the fear from them?
Hellish lamps
With the needles, trick or treat.
You celebrate
This feast in a toxic dream.
They shed their tears for nothing,
I feal sadness and sore.
Hellish snare!
Questions to arise
Will not be resolved.

See the owls,
see the cats,
see the apples all around.

Your soul dies
Sleeping in delight
A mendacious bath
for brain
Today.
I saw their fears for nothing,
I feel a scared sun of life.

Do you feel the fear from them?
Hellish lamps
With the needles, trick or treat.
You celebrate
This feast in a toxic dream.
They shed their tears for nothing,
I feal sadness and sore.

It´s a solemn day
This day will kill
I´ve never seen such a tricksy autumn rain.
The candlelight, the toxic dream.
Freaksparade will ring you ´round and swallow up.
Cry
For the Feast of a Dying Son.
He left there a toxic omen, a toxic trace.