Dark, depressing, lonely, deep.
A winter's cold until hell's lava begins
To leak.
Souls wandering here and there.
Death lurking everywhere.
The nights are hot and the days are cold,
Here on the island of lost immortal souls.
On this island you have no friends.
Your only companion is the wind.
The only positive thing is that time doesn't exist, so you can't get old,
Here on the island of lost immortal souls.
This is my utopia of hell.
A demon's home. A satanic realm.
Kill and be killed. Steal and
Be stolen.
Doesn't matter to me, my life
Is already broken.
Torn, ripped, shredded. To walk this place
You must be bold. So come on.
You must arrive alone,
Here on the island of lost Immortal souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem