Rot inside a corpse's shell.
Trapped between Earth and Hell.
Red elixir our only release,
From the pain of age old beast.
Beauty of death through blood red eyes.
Hate and loathing of life's last sighs.
Blood is the life.
Through the night the death we make.
Living in night's crimson certain.
Dying in days, every person.
We are living Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's your reason for being! summed up so poetically. .