Escupire Sobre Tu Tumba (99% Newest)

As I gaze upon your tomb, a cold rage ignites, A fire that burns within, a soul that takes flight. For in your silence, I find a deafening scream, A challenge to the heavens, a plea for an extreme.

In the dead of night, I stand before your resting place, A tomb that holds the memories of our bitter past. The moon casts shadows that dance upon your stone, A morbid serenade, a lament all my own. Escupire Sobre Tu Tumba

In this act, I reclaim my voice, my strength, my pride, A final goodbye, to the ghost that you've left to reside. May your rest be uneasy, may your dreams be of me, For in your grave, I've found a strange liberty. As I gaze upon your tomb, a cold

I recall the moments, the laughter and the tears, The promises made, through all the passing years. But like autumn leaves, our bond withered away, Leaving nothing but ash, and the bitter taste of dismay. The moon casts shadows that dance upon your