Lost Man's Domain

Loneliness - headwind - obscurity - longing
Show, feel, call for resistance - channelling a blow
I shall rotate round and round
Break loose, break these chains
Promises of pleasure and concordance
Still craving for delight in harshness, in cuts in face
The return into the fields
Full of magic sounds, lights and scents
What have i ceased?
What have i given up for feeble hovpreskhan?
Allurements so honest like the splendour
And the purring whimper that consumed me
And made me forgetful for the fierce brutality
Which awaited me
Where they still gather, where i gather the cryptic
Partly broken, still steadfast and growing further
Alone reviving on filth and mould
Worshipping the hideous
Deceitfulness instructed me to plunge again
Into these paths which dissect me
Here i have to contend and to march on untrodden paths
The haphazard shall lead me, the savage shall tame me
The boundless that let's me freeze
Wherever i perceive creatures
That wanted to buy me with devoted eyes
The hunt will begin from now on
And will ever end with their death
Just pure lust for frenzy
Mysterious spectres and grimaces itch
Horrible figures scratch, so familiar as provoking
Stimulating and preparation for decease
Departure and separation which I awaited for so long
Wind, tempest, cripple, cudgel
Cutting, dismembering, lonely
Here i have to lose myself
To find my spiritual domains
So dismal, so cold - so bleak, so wonted - so evil, so dead