Indispensible hatred combined with tattered souls; a sinister derision against all those who are
expecting the new millennium.
World war three and the waves of infection have defeated the name of life. Annihilation of the human
selfdestruction is the vision;
My dead mind still can see
My dead mind still can grasp;
Now when my soul levitates towards one of the opened circles, into the never touched materia, to
begin defenseless in a new dimention.
On my way i catch a climpse of an obvious light, a summoning, that will bring away the malefactors
that once belonged to the moon.
Desperate screeches imlore for mercy. Their footsteps forces through the infernal fog. With closed
eyes in hope to regain the past they dimly see the the fateful fire whose glow pulsates a shine that
stretches after their expectant and fearful gazes.
The scepticism that in immemorial times has been exercised by creatures now vanquish in endless
punishment.
Now when my soul levitates towards one of the opened circles, into the never toucted materia, to
begin defenceless in a new dimention.
On my way i catch a glimpse of an obvious light, a summoning, that will bring away the malefactors
that once belonged to the light.
There senses no longer can accept the act.
Defensesless you see your own organs collapse.
"drain out the liquid of life"
Blood!
"drain out the liquid of life"
Distracted: now i breathe the most sinister breathe of them all.
Coincident: the creation of the reincarnation so interesting and exiting.
The hidden experiense revealing parts that caress me through my
coexistense. From epochs to millenniums far away from the core of
atmosphere.
( voyages through dimensions will always remain.)
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