Take a trip with me, to endless insanity where no souls could live. Where no soule could rest the echoes of tormenti- on, rips so psychic wounds into your mind. The longer we go, feeling the anaestesia of your soul, rise above the seas, the seas of torment. (Chorus:) A creation of abnormal souls an evil place that grows the dark- ness of the abyss knows a creation of thee. beyond the unknown life? Now take a trip with me to a world of insanity where no souls could live. Where no souls could rest the echoes of tormention. Rips so psychic wounds into your mind. The lon- ger we go. (repeat chorus) Go... Ia...