A Third Face - Morgul

Speak… Was I morose

And braek this bitter silence… Grim and sombre

Shatter this fragile glass… I was invisible

With the resonance… Miserable

Of this voice… Undetectable

Not mine… Nothing

…Or even less

Lie

And hide this painful truth… You

Tear the cold reality… Who sit upon a throne

The reptile’s tongue… In the ruin of my soul

With many voices… I make myself

Scream… Dreadful icons

You… To worship

Who steal my sight… Scream

And cloud my thoughts… To awake the demons

Allready so blurred… Of lunacy

By you I am possessed… The beast in my blood

Alas, my heart harbours

Two souls

And a thied face I wear on the outside

By Khavaleiro Negro