Signs Of Way Are Disappearing. I Lost A String. In This Unknown Country My Path Is Infinitely.
In A Funeral Procession The Blood Freezes For The Horror. The Mind Has Weakened The Control. My Path Is Eternal Grief Madness Runs Into Brain. I'm At A Captivity Of Awful Dreams. My Shout Has Sunk In The Viscous Abyss Of The Torments.
The Are Gloomy Fetid Shadows. They Won't Reach The Purpose. They Are Earned Away With A Mighty Wind. Transforming Into Black Ashes. Hatred, Pain And Fear. Their Blood Is On My Hands. Sufferings Doomed For The Torments. Their Souls Will Die For The Separation.
The Path Of Senseless Wanderings Is Among The Sacrificial Fires. The Tornado Was Broke From Fetters In The Hell Of Tortures. Blood Boils In My Veins. It Is Clearing. I'm In Full Growth On The Rains I Have Constructed A Godless Of Temple.
My Path Is An Inferno. I'm Inspired With Sin Here. Giving, Suffering, Asking. There Will Be A Reservoir From Your Blood. Remains The Fell Human Will Gobble Up The Vagrant Dogs. Sincere Celebratory Of The Rest Will Bring You Tortures In The Gloom.