Incantations Of Past Horrors Again Brought To Life, Whose Eyes Are The Might Of Death, To Reap And Reap Again. May It Be In Form Of Fright Or A Temptress Dressed In Lace – Its True Face Is A Gruesome Abomination. Piercing The Quiet, As Every Night Before, With Alluring Voices. Landscapes Left To Rot Behind Its Turned Back. The True Face And Its Purpose Shown – Open Up The Burning Eyes To Aim Once More. Behold Your Face In The Mirror And For The First Time See The Flaws That Lies Within You – Fears And Remorse. Is It A Shadow Behind You Who Put All Thought Aside? Is A Voice Now Calling Louder Than Before? For All The Answers To Your Questions Is Death. For You Are Like The World – Turning In A Restless Pace, Awaiting A Storm To Great To Outlive. Each Birth Bears To Fate Each Seed Hold The Will To Rot. This Does Adapt To You As Well – Your Blood Is Not Running Pure. Have In Mind, You Walk In Denial – You Are Always Being Watched...