The sickness of the past

Has buried the rest of my reason

The eternity is fade away by my hands

Both in my soul and in my figure


The sickness of the past

Has broken what's will be my future

Taking away any feeling from my heart

And now alone I wait to die


The rage devouring me

It's tearing my flesh and devouring me

Evil's sensuality mangle the reflex of myself

An impure angel call my name

And with his throbben fade me away

Both in my soul and in my figure


[Solo Christian]


The rage devouring me

It's tearing my flesh vomiting the essence.