Every given time is a gift
Use it well
Your sporadic venture (is due to loss)

Awakening pressure roams the surface
End of the line
It renders down to nothingness


Hymn to the sacred as far as it goes
Behold the coming

Of a darker time
Presence of evil
Endless life

Given the right to speak the truth

Elite of the trusted must bow

Down in the surface
Which opens and swallows
In dignity and in pride

Your lost
In eternitys quest for life


Hear the blessed souls lie
Watch the sickening souls die