When your candle goes off

Among the essence of thousand spectres
The beyond is so near of that
Flame of Flesh Wrinkled thresholds
Alike murder dreams
Red breath of wind
Voices with broken echo
Dead dimensions without clime
Only I read your voice
in the shadows
Source of ectoplasm
Being Born from impious trance
Bundle in a dead tree
Made of dry mist
Whiplash with witches
Braided tongues
Warming a sleep demon
Oasis of cold hell
Strainers in white deserts
In the giant map of paradise
Flying chained to eternity
Where the horizon lack
The void is a theater
Full of nothing
My candle fire sodom
Tattooed leeches with Seven capital sins
I have built cities made of nothing
Burnt limbs melted
Geometry I have burned a distant hell
And the angels score that
Announce the ruin Solid wind of lateral paradise
Looking for me with dagger anxiety
Hosting in the devil chest Tallow of men sweat of gods
Burnt for his own creation
Before my candle goes off will enlighten the ruin of world
Will to fuse the universe funeral molded in wax hell in mourning blushing candle sharp stake of wax nailed in the heart ass
Of millions of blurred spirits dancing with
shadow of my candle when it be extinguish will fuse the universe