Executioner - Henker

«It» has lost the shape of a man. Pitiful existence.\nSo, where does it wander without purpose.\nNaked, primal instincts keeps eating others' lives,\nWhile trampling fragments of the pride it once had.\nLonely… lonely… I’ve been lookin' for your lonely soul\nHoly… holy… I wanna see you in a holy death\nThe circulation of your cruel fate,\nThis is the time I will come to a sever it\nThe Chaser, The Runaway\nThey are forming compositions of the feelings\nNo one is able to express it in a single phrase\n«You… going away.»\nThe more it approaches, touching one another\nthe more something breaks with silent crying\nGod, I ask you,\nWhich is man? Which is phantom?\nThere’s no justice. There’s no glory in such a fight.\nGod, tell me now,\nWho is mad? Who is conscious now?\nEverything falls in the blue dark.\nShe’s caught in an ominous past with his existence\nthe flame of impatience burns in her mind\nFirmly stepping through the wilderness she’s becoming exhausted.\nShe strains her voice calling out the target ahead.\nLonely… lonely… I’ve been lookin' for your lonely soul\nHoly… holy… I wanna see you in a holy light\nWhen the invisible prayer calls,\nThe miracle, the end will come at last.\nThe Chaser, The Runaway\nThey are forming compositions of the feelings\nFist… Only the fist will solve it in the loop of calamity\n«You… going away.»\nThe more it approaches, touching one another\nthe more something breaks with silent crying\ncrying.