With Dread wounded, our fellowship walks out of the Forest. Where they expected ease, there is ethereal turbulence. A spinning ambient disturbs their path. One could never describe anything as terrible and impressive... This cosmos... is elliptic.
[Dead Man]: “Into the afterward, into a cyclone wall, vortex covers my sight. I leave my past behind.
Our machinations rust. Still we’re running fast”.
Their eyes, perversely shaken open, gazed for and instant upon a sight which no human creature could even imagine without panic, fear and physical exhaustion.
[Inner Demon]: “Paint yourself”. [Dead Man]: “Let your body led”. [Inner Demon]: “Feel the divine absence”. [Dead Man]: “Neither alive nor dead”.
Existence is indeed an irony, but the joke is on any form of being.
“Created for denial, through a... Deconstructed trial”.
Ocean is more ancient than the rocks embracing it. The ocean bed remains a void left unseen. What there lies, can be reflected in the night sky. It holds the secrets of the unknown. Freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
[Dread]: “Sense of Time is a cosmic curve. Conscience of life is a strange mislead.
Now I 'm lost in this wayward sphere. Constant frost, and the landscape becomes clear”.
Creation is shattering. The weight of their dying companion is slowing down their course. Gravity changes polarity and the world is magnetizing upwards.
[Inner Demon]: “Run”! Struggling to overcome the ethereal chaos, what shall be done appears
“Into the flow. Emblem of Crow. Driven away, I will not bow.
I did not passed fire and death to intercept this everflow.
Picture that's lost through burning roads unfolds a scar driving me mad.
Can I prevail? I am betrayed from my own god? I will fight back.
Memories run, flashback in my head, with blackened dreamworlds that now are shred. Moray scent, but how can this be? We spilled them all, thought we were free.
Here they come, ready and strong with luster shields, soon they will fall. Why I should, hazard to fall for the filthy sake, of these turncoats”?
And there is peace... And now we can hear... This is the music of the stars... The only sound... gently... cracking the silence.
[Dead Man]: “Choose to withdraw. Godless, and alone”
Laying Dread upon the black silk of starlight, they could almost feel the vibe... The vibe of this vast, mysterious emptiness... grieving. Fewer, they keep their course in this darkest hour...
“Longing that this interminable route will soon end, but no end line can be found or be seen anywhere”.
Through blackest night, a deep rage for the greater powers of this realm is growing steadily...
[Inner Demon]: “Power of darkness will ease my torment. Ever existed, great masters will fall that I swear”.
Just a glimpse behind...
[Dead Man]: “All I have seen, pain I feel, won't obstruct me I will soon be healed”.
A horrific dark castle stands before them. Just as soon they realize... ...good and evil are symmetrical reflections of one consistent entity...
[Inner Demon]: “Now I 'm complete, I know I'll defeat, but that won't stop me to make demons bleed”.
“Soon I’ll revenge. My weapons are edged. I'll bring you both down, the sky will paint red”.
Renouncing all masters, self-commanded, they enter... That was the hour when both let out a mighty shout...
(Battle for the Shrine) [Dead Man, Inner Demon]: “No more am your seed”
Inner Demon growls. The front gate shatters to pieces. The only light there was, came from hundreds of never melting candles... Possessed corpses... countless... Armed to the teeth... marching against them. Shall the bloodbath begin. Skulls... body parts... land to a black blooded ground. Not such pitiful creature, alive or dead could ever stand against the Fellowship. Piles of corpses form... Denying slavery... fighting to be masters of their own existence... ...to claim the Shrine... "Through this Plutonian realm... Charge and Slay"
[Inner Demon]: “This combat feels like, they all wait in some line to be slayed from my hands half of them are dropped dead”
“I storm Inside They’re more Let's strike”
Suddenly, new devilry appears. Flying but cumbrous demons hit their wings with great force, shaking brutally this misty dark place...
“Floor now is filled up with corpses and bloodbath I see no other, I enter a dark path”
Their path leads them in a vast hall, so high, its end cannot be seen. There stands the Portal of the Seven Gates. There he awaits. Guardian of the Shrine.
“There's his imposing black throne He's standing under the dome”
[Stellar Reflection]: “Descend and shattered my home Now it is time we draw swords”
Gargoyles come to life. Inner Demon slays his way through, heading for the Guardian. Dead Man takes a strong handful of claws in the face. An unknown morph flies through the fog. Her azure wings vibrate the aether. Unexpectedly, power breaks in his hands. An ancient witchery falls upon the battlefield. The Guardian draws an enormous bow against Dead Man. The arrow lands into its target's chest with brutal force. Inner Demon shatters to rocks the last of them. The statues are spent. He strokes his wings to meet the Guardian Lord. The metallic sound of drawing sword echoes inside Dead Man's head while his vision becomes blur. He falls to his knees. The two devils raise their swords ready to destroy. It was the very moment when their blades met, Space-Time continuum created a massive vortex. It was the time... when Dead Man whispered his last breath...
[Dead Man, Narcotic Sylph]: “Clench of fist [Dead Man]: crescent of heartbeat [Dead Man, Narcotic Sylph]: nightmare's bottom [Dead Man]: I am home”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
