Joosep

Joosep

He was the white incarnation

of the tender and the kind.

No one cares, no one listens...

nobody needs the week and wounded.

The chains of reality

and the paws of destiny

chopped all his smooth skin.

Walk deep into the Black,

and find the eaten souls

of the fallen ones,

fallen long before Joosep.

Within the darkest days he walked

covered by the skies of 3 winters,

over the path of broken illusions.

When there's nothing left than murder

and angels comitt the wickest sins...

the hopeless cries of freedom

mix into 12 gunshots of death!

Who could ever understand the unknown?

When light is forced into nocturnal dark,

the blood of Joosep is offered,

in the name of eternity,

as tribute to the doomed and twisted.

Ain't no mercy for a dark sheep,

not even from the highest gods.

Walk deep into the black,

and find the eaten souls

of the fallen ones,

fallen long before Joosep