Misanthrope

Oh queen of long sleepless nights
I see an holocaust in your eyes
Mistress of my more infernal hours
Dandling my body in your seven solitudes.
As an harpy you seized my wandering soul
Then covered it with a black kiss of death
So that I became cold , as those sad journeys
That know the art of intoxicating lifes.
Genocide fills the air
Impartial evil mistress of my life demised.
So far from the eyes of judgement
I fly on the sad notes of silence
There , where all misanthropies are childish
And souls enjoy pure darkness.
Oh ancient city
You call me as a sad moon
I love and hate you ,
As by mankind you have been slain.
When will we meet us again
Beloved queen of harmony?