Like a destruction of the spirit Like the purification of one's mind's eye From the greatness of my manifestation Corroding their feeble will But no one
Standing in the Heads of the graves, As I count the Universal Dreamscapes, I watch the Silent Journey of Souls, with Joy an Pity for their Eternal quest
In pursuit of Clarividence to live is to sleep To die is to awake in the twilight of the fears Those countless melodies of hate In the oceans of fresh
I look far away, the candles of my burning desire The sun seems so dismal, our mighty sky is in dismay... Make my words be like pictures, for the dreams
I call the names I've Buried in my mind, while in the sky the rain is Boiling in anger, spirits of the Decadence and sorrow, I summon you, be the Mediums
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Where I am, a land so disgusting, I just want to destroy the dogod; For all the deception I have felt, for all the years I have lost, I must reach the
I have found the grey pestilence, where my hate was born and through the veins of misery, the battle is flowing within... When my tragedy was forged in
With so many feelings lost And too much sorrow to endure The hammering force of my anxiety Gives this curse the bestial devotion we have always longed
The gloomy shadow in screams Embrace the multicolor scenes The mirages of hypocrite souls In all these years, the lost years... Beneath the crystal brightness
The duality of pure rage and chaos guides my journey Infinite search of despair and delusion controls the inner vision The ultimate consequence of this
We all are blind, I'm alive I'm a lonely walker alive and blind There's no journey which can liberate me The only reality I can aspirate Is the experience
A strange cosmic gathering of leading forces The ones that procreated this war within A saga of crushing emotions Bonded and melted by the eyes of the
25 years of void, I've been dead...awaiting, always with a two-faced sky above me, Searching for forgotten realms of the sun and loosing the sense of
There's no remorse within my soul And I don't lament pain In fact I enjoy it... I was all born in an act of laceration I feel I must leave a sign of
surrounding me The fields of graves, they call my name, my name... Lead the war, lead the battle With no mercy we reach our revelation (Descending into The Chasm
Together as one, with the cracked mirror, reflecting only this unborn unknown, I've never flet this emptiness, like a cascade of teardrops in blade forms