...Man is just a time in space
and crated god at his sighness and image...

Under the cold storms of blood
the corpses are broken
Lost innocent remnants
will be shake with roaring thunders
The rumbling is going greater,
uncontrolable violence,
dragging behind it
the holes of the past

Infection will run into the brains
of living and

Voices without mouth invoking my name
by whispers from inside
Turning slowly and painly my eyes
backwards my brain
Shadows of fears I once forgot
touch me again
Relentless nightmares kill me awake
they burn my thougths

Ravens fly aroun my mind
self-destructi

I´m a cry in a bottle
crashed against a wall of bones
the mirror reflects a crowd of faces
without a side to my poor thoughts.

I dig in my flesh
to bury my soul
that sickening truth
eternity is real
I hate myself
more than anything
I carry my life
li

I have died for the mirror
in which I no longer see myself
I have died without knowing who I was
bent before that image of mine
which I so hated.

Dismenbered soul, I always knew
you would never be prepared for this
In self-contemp you loose your name
falling in a point of nothingness.

Disguise your body to hide your shame
avoiding my revealing gaze
the whole of your being now seems to be clear
but your face s

A human form with no time to cry
his fresh skin now begins to rot
became a corpse in the dawn of life
none expected it, death has no hour.

An early sorrow
loaded by impotence
Soul scars
that never disappear.

Torn illusions lie deep in you
changing the crad