Inferna Cabbala
Sunday, October 24th, 2010
Finale hour you will pay – for your love to mystics
Trembling, you kiss – your carved crucifix
This day will witness my unholy death
I smell the whispering angel’s breath
Cold – feel – numb
Lord – where are thou
Blinded by the visions – why have thy come
Floating in the twilight of life...





























































