Death Is Just Only Beginning

So scared to be yourself,
Step cross the bounds, set your mind free.
It’s burnt up by the fear of death
Death’s the beginning, but not your misery…

To adore and abuse your essence,
Run away from yourself.
“Illusions around, believe dreaming presence
Of You, dear”, Mirror said.

Cold embraces of Death,
Patches of the blackened sun
Swirl in a dance like shade,
Just like the tears of sordid god.

The rustling of autumn foliage,
The song of a lonely wind,
Dancing of far away stars,
Moonlight’s whispering beckons thee…

You’re afraid of being yourself,
Of breaking the chains that were forged for your soul.
Mind is tortured by the fear of death,
But Death is just the beginning, not only cup of your woe…

The moment of the mind astray,
A callous knife cuts my flesh down,
Let floods of blood be gone away
Tearing the fetters of flesh down…

Run away from the madness of flesh,
Tear asunder your helplessness.
Get rid of the heart full of death,
Tear off bloody streams of veins.

Cold embraces of Death,
Patches of the blackened sun
Swirl in a dance like shade,
Just like the tears of sordid god.
 
Have crimson sunset to drink,
Shelter with cold fair wind.
Measure off steps till the daybreak.
Wash with the bloody dew.

You’re afraid of being yourself,
Of breaking the chains that were forged for your soul.
Mind is tortured by the fear of death,
But Death is just the beginning, not only cup of your woe…


Be as the same as everyone
And find your place then you feel sick
Merge with the maelstrom of all those
Who is like you, of the same bloody ilk...
But there’s no place for you...