Como estais amigos?

Como estais amigos? Time as elapsed and we continue walking the same demented way, making the same old mistakes, contaminating and destroying all that was once good to us. We close ourselves and we wish by our lucky stars for no one to find the sacred and forgotten passage to our hearts and the entrance to our souls. Still we sworn blasphemies, still we drink the whine and continue to have this illusions of the dead, their rituals and sins, their death's were nothing more than another human soul. We continue to hear our song.
The smile petrifies as the face remains scared by the mistakes. Loud shout to anyone who bothers to listen to forsaken. Mute cries to the careless and hopeless, the one's that walk on the streets and wish nothing more than a light to guide them to safety, to home. But there's nothing more waiting for them except the holy horror and holy dream that spins continuously in my head. The words of comfort never come easy and they never seem real. They're existence is a threat to our reality and the crying you hear in the night is not from the child in your head, but from the lost souls that surround you, feeling the warmth of your friendship.
The music in the background is just the confirmation of a re-birth, a member from our brotherhood of blood that has taken another body and will live once again, cursed and in the shadow of his eternal damnation. The wind blows so softly the words we fell that, sometimes, it gets lost in our ways. And all the words we say are another confirmation that our friendship rises, day by day, essentially due to memories of our past bodies. See you in another lifetime, my friends, my brothers, members of my blood and connected to my soul.