Darkness of Hell Tears of blood dripping down the heart, Fire of hate dance in forms of art. Torn apart by thou emotionless rats, Hammered deeply under thou poisonous darts. Music of grief sorrow possess this innocent passion, Scornful portraits sealed that once colourful dimension. Shall the god of all power imprison the last moral grace, Where thorned roots eternally intruded this infant flesh. by : Dex