[Inner Demon]: “No mission, No handles of expression. I raise defences, but no one attacks”.
[Dead Man]: “I’m lost in a void, that spins on and on. Unable to walk, Don't know what for”.
Even the smallest, harmless evil will eventually grow. Under convenient circumstances... it shall rise to become monstrous... ...and inside these woods... monstrosity crafts horror...
[Inner Demon]: “The seeds grows up high” “watered with pain”. “Head for the sky” “building this reign”.
The hideous scent of melting flesh... Panic and exhaustion... Breathing burns...
[Dread]: “Heat’s still melting my world down, no sight of motion, how had I end up like this? Ragged and exhausted. In this system there’s no choice, but get in their line. How more years have I to pass, can't find my way out”.
[Dead Man]: “But Still, how can you drill... ...into my soul”?
“Creation breaks down. No one recalls the world they were drown naïve for its loss”.
Consumed by the forest, and into its shadows we shall march...
[Inner Demon]: “Days will come when people won't need to remember your dark reign Eyes from corners record your moves, watching every game you play Come on, stand up, struggle, strike me, hit with all I can take
Your chopped heads will be the price, my blood red walls will decorate I will be mortemous nightmare, till your souls in shadows lay”
Approaching a glade, they see a far raging sea. Enormous waves caressing the horizon's line... The curves of this sidereal cosmos are inchmeal unfolding before their eyes...
[Dead Man]: “The wind pulls my hair back. The sea ejaculates her wrath. Creatures pass me by, like the last day I saw light.
[Dead Man, Narcotic Sylph]: Brainless but awake, drift and crawling to forsake, their passed physic pain, now their kingdom back they’ll take.
Forests dark as hate. Shades and mourns they keep exhale. I know that I’ll break, I will soon be far away”.
Not out of the woods nonetheless... there is motion through the leaves... Devilish creatures are circling them slowly... Inner Demon steps forward... The metallic sound of his drawing sword forces enemies a step back...
(Battle of the Glade) [Inner Demon]: “We crush with warmth. I plea for strength. No bless from gods, just pierce and death.
We beset them and slay the rest. We eat the dead, our war growls dwell”.
The wooden kingdom perish in demonic flames... ...out of the frying-pan and into the fire we run...
[Dead Man]: “In front of me burn The fires of town. I am still standing, for that I am proud.
After the fall, Demons are gone, walking alone but strange sounds chills my bones”.
Nearly cornered... Armed undeads creep out of the mist...
[Inner Demon]: “Their eyes like flames From woods they crop up now time to haste to burke their sly trap”.
Stop! This is a dead end. Swords!
“Horned gods varnate my obscure birth Formed to burn the filthy white reign I am no more than a war puck from my cradle designed to slay
In this world we have one master who will force you to disaster”.
[Dead Man]: “In this war they’re destined to bow show no mercy, strike your best blow”.
Blade against blade. Blade against rotted flesh. Congealed black blood spills upon trees and rocks...
[Inner Demon]: “The battle starts My safeguard Is the faith on my god”.
[Dread]: “I am deadly hurt, I, have few seconds left Till my corpse fall astray, till my soul fade away...”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
