- A shining blaze over darkland
Look at the wastelands of tomorrow
...What a beautiful sight
The sand turned into black stone
...The sea turned to ice
Sunlight covered by eternal shadows
That the light of the moon has raised
The everlasting entity forever praised
... Oh... my Lord i will be blessed
- Long I feared that my sins would return to visit me, and the cost is more than I can bear
The night an overture that frightens my sentience
Blurred visions of the past taken the midnight train
Gas escaping from tubes hands straining to obscurity
No station we would stop by straight on to Nemesis
The fire cauterizing creating a sun into those very nights
Pictures remaining to visit the burden weighting so heavy
Birds witness the smell of the burning ones coming their way
- Nightfall guides insomnia to be an everlasting mental torture, with this being the consequence
Carried away by the kiss of the night, heaven pitch black, the moon my only guide
My eyes gazing holes, mirror a timeless labyrinth, downstairs I go for a while
The most abominate memories arise, piercing through the night, no invitation applied
Mentally cursed this journey, paralyzed eyelids, pushed the pause-button of life
Riding the beast for such a long time, surreal madness, no sleep will ever arrive
Scarlet visions of my open pulse, liquid draining away, is this a dream to be told?
Chaotic and picturesque, voices strangled to death, without any emotion expressed
Where to find the beauty of sleep, is it for sale somebody say, killing my conciousness
- The Obscure Process Of Metamorphous
Everyday... everywhere, I see lifeless,
soulless corpses walking down cold lonely streets,
the methamphetamine dreams distort focus, their tongues;
the serpent speaks, obsidian.
A grey funeral hearse passes by, with the scent of lotus flowers burning,
a still mourners winters sky.
Dark nebula creeping up upon my spine,
it is like breathing liquid... with deaths passion, tasting like crimson