There's no grace
where forests whisper and wolves migrates
where the storm prevails and
wind shriek like a death

dream of pure blood
from living spirit... human
whose still are virginial
so ingronant of their fate.

from the place
where the fullmoon rise

Demonic eyes of a cruel beast
reflects at dim night shadows
lethal views as freezing coldness
blazing in the dusk

fear tears of your damned spirits
flames strikes the sky
shattering the light in the
chaos of abyss

this shall be the end of your
sanctity and

In this sickness which prevails inside of me
those growing and painful flames
are tearing my emotions down

when I noticed that I'm losing my life
I beg for mercy but it yet curse me

all of sudden I wake and it wasn't dream
at that time I know I was losing my reality