Earth... Another perfect form

The spiral satellite of the sun

Consciousness forlorn

Upon it's face-

Race, divinities perverse

With lancet which's my eyes to incise

In dance post-mortem rise!

Chanted once affairs of my kind

Pouring torrent

Filtering though the rpizm-perception of

Planet torment

Knowledge, experience redeemed...

 Dream 

Deep in it's dreams embers we are

Sparks, extinguished on blowing ear

Food for the lowest sinister art

Mere mortal and ephemeral

Beasts... Thus primal passions guide

Downfall to ferity; never more

Innocent my pride

[Solo: Herman]

[Solo: Sergey]

[Solo: Herman]