Gangraena — Beati Mortui

Just one piece, so tiny of me, of my soul did you hide did you stole did you dare to do so and was it worth or too much.. to be told

Buried reflection lost contradiction that was twisted to be described as a fiction called love, affection fatal infection the carcass, deceased of megalomania

losing me never even found

Yes this must be sign, divine know, grow to be mine to be worth of this desire

Oh so cold why that cold is the flesh of the dream to be seen unreal foreseen frozen is the womb bitter, frustration frustration

I am lost never even found

Sacrificing the purest, the best yet still decaying the ruins, the rest the rest

Nothing, oh nothing can?t be missing what is missing as blood once so bright, red has turned to be black, to death.

Just one piece, so tiny of me, of my soul you did hide you stoled you dared to do so was not worth as not enough you hold Gangraena

the dead

Gangraena

once so red

The black, the dead

Once so bright, so red

The dead