Transformation of my soul

Lonely pair of red rimmed eyes never know the sleeping
Too much promises in air but only bullets keep'em
Ripped heart that made of truth never knows the hatred
Courage lives in tortured soul crystal pure and naked
Still I hold your last breath in my pale fingers
Steel quickly slits your throat, my best regards and kisses
  Frozen flowers stay alive when all the
  others withered
  Name that angeles cannot read never will
  be written
  Hear the whisper through your ears
  "In hostem omnia licita"
   Ripped heart that made of truth turns
   into the ripper
   Tortured soul don't wanna hate
    "Ad cap tandem vulgus"
    Perfect enemy you'll find always one
    who loves you
Red rimmed eyes fall into trance, ripped heart stops beating
If you're scared to lose someone you're in the end defeated
Tortured soul begins to hate when frozen flowers withered
Bullets always know the name when angeles cannot read it
Darkness comes in poisoned soul roaming in the gloom
But shining of the purest mind stays perfect in the bloom..