Crazy winds whirls in my head.
My eardrums swollen, big as an olive
Metal clinking and cricking in my mind.
Guitar bursts the hearts of the forbidden.
Lungs blasted with insane musical notes.
Parallel chains that never meets,
Forces between,
Tearing souls apart...
... My soul
Metal let me Die
Chords of the old gods,
Chaos Theory in a physical form.
Order within waves of destruction.
Guitar strings coated with dark archaic sentiments,
Rattling the minds of the living and the dead alike.
Metal let me die
Divinity wells swiftly from its call.
Immortality encoded in dreadful drums.
Weak hearts disintegrates and thrown into the cold dark air
Demonic voices of the holy ghosts,
scream in forever torment.
Fields of zombie words,
attacking the mind like a disease of the dark kingdom.
Incurable to ears it befalls.
Howling wolves under purely dark sky,
No moon of comfort to lead their way.
Metal let me die
Oath-ed and trapped under its spell.
Rattling the cages of its heaven.
Underneath me,
The Devil lays paralyzed under the devil's trap,
Besieged by songs of disgrace.
Angels un-rescueably swinging from high to low strings
And I the only mortal stood and pleaded
"Metal Let Me Die"
Ofentse Mercy Hajane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A way with words, good poetry