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.)