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