# Sunset

Аноним Deathwisher

мрачные мысли в полу-стихотворной форме. мысли о тьме...

Sunset

When the sun spills its sunset blood amongst the hills

And the silence falls as an axe of the executioner,

There is no sound except our breath and we hiss in anticipation... there are no feelings

Only

Bloodlust

And blind rage. The morbid red glow in our eyes.

The black armour shines and absorbes the light. We run, pace, slither down to the valley, to the temple of love, peace and warmth. The

Things that we lack. Like a huge, ugly squid, we stretch the tentacles of our dark army. We are about to destroy everything, that could be ours, but

Isn't.

It's the high-pitched shrill of desperation and justice.

We are black blades, tilted with stars and our only sheaths is blood. Darkness engulfs our souls and I feel the beat of my iced heart in my chest.

No thoughts on why it turned out this way - the pulsation of revenge is driving you mad.

We run.

To kill.

Tear flesh and bodies apart.

Break bones,

Crush sculls,

Drink the warm blood.

Not for Him, but for our own sadistic pleasure. Revenging our un-life.

As we approach the city, at the sight of its white walls, a deep growl rises inside and erupts, settling the fear in every living creature.

This is a battlecry of pain, loathing, angst...

I unfold my huge wings, made of darkness. I rise above the army... I roar and blood curls in peoples veins.

Tonight, the city will be ours.

And we will be satisfied... at last...