Dimensions of thy unforgiven sins (part ii) de Abigor

Soon i'll reach towards your soul from the grave
and not to hand my heart on you
because i am not the shade you're waiting for
my wings stir the moonlit dust of the place in which the past is buried
in this forest of wolves which is my home
some things lighten feel my
hurry up and hide you from your desire - you godforsaken whore
what luck are you waiting for ?
your sins will never be forgotten
the swiftness of time is a joke for me,
and i still feel the taste of your flesh on my lips
as it was in the beginning, it's now, and ever shall
oh beloved blood
i am thy bitterness, i am and hunting