Word Of Astaroth

Passive complainers are travellers with no memories. They

put down their bags and show us their sore feet. But the

question is: would a hot bath make them shut their mouths

? They've got time to complain but no seconds to change.

Living criticism never lighting the weight of this heavy

sky which will end breaking our fragile necks. It's time

to light the sky, but tonight everyone's complaining.

Subversively crying with their hands in their pockets. I

saw smiles between their undending grimaces and it may

betray any kind of inner pleasure. I don't listen to you

if your only solution's to get high on pills on every

disillusion. I don't understand you if your choice is to

wait for that train to come straight to your face.

There's one world where one word could have made things

live and move from the most static state. Engrave it on

your cold desperate heart, and start looking for a

change. Nevermind the way you find to wake up, it should

always be fine. I'll scream you the word of astaroth, I'm

searching for the light. Aemaeth.