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Birth of the Gods

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

Deserved Land

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 liv...

Inner Death

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-d...

Inner Death (fragment)

No exorcism, no electric shock my soul desease has no cure Agony my eyes reflect I loose control, I´ve lost myself Stunted forms in hateful dance walk in circles into my chest My pounding heart will explode I´m breaking at my seams. 

Inner Land

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-d...

Intro

To live is a constant and beautiful destruction To live is to hurt 

My Own Knell

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...

One Less

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. 

The Nausea

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 b...

White Coffins

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 t...

White Cofins

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 t...