Welcome to life, old child. Let's once again take place into your amusement park. Don't be surprised or shy to play several sick games with us in the dark. Now, let aside your pride, we're here to turn back time, we must now rewind our life.
Take a breath, inspired, expire and let yourself slide into the Tycoon of the night. Feeling death, all around it flies, only a terrorless ride for us cause we're not blind anymore.
In this park, now, hundreds of spirits are playing to compensate a lifetime of hard work. (But) When the night comes, thousands of dead souls are dancing everywhere, creating nocturnal artwork…
All Those Phantoms lay here forever But they will not be together Praying alone for eternity
Individual Timeless Reality
Smell Death, Inhale it, Exhale it And let the feeling storm within the Chaos of your brain Down your deafness, listen to those Ghouls Ghasts and ghosts shrieking through a night-in-gale, longing a master to belong to
Banshees silenced, still trapped between divergent dreams ...will become addicted to the purity of your energy If you let them swallow your venom and penetrate your vulnerability
But your purity is now awakening...
Welcome to life, Young Child and for the first time, let's take place on this throne you deserve Don't put aside your Guides those obsidian golems, by night, are there to light up your path
This inquisition in darkness is about to end In Nothingness you'll uncover the might to raise Timeless Serenity you'll reach Art of Dying you'll teach