To cut life and let death within
And breed pure evil
for every blood cell is to thirst
for the life that death brings
And in the final moments
take the soul within the soul
and feast upon the light of good
As purity is devoured with such glee
of the mouth diseased
Lost to the darkness consumed,
darker than death itself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem