Now the unconscious dream It has made prey of the blood Infinity of visions without sense They stalk the sleeping subconscious
It is still some will Inside the depressed cranial There are not movements and expressions Only the agony inside
It is reached to see the reflection Slept in their morbid fullness The terrible desperation arrives An internal aura full with fear
Sleeping and wrapped up to the hole Gets ready the glamorous courting While a misplaced soul Wanders unconsciously remote
The black awake, deadly in their virtue The agony comes closer when it returns it will be better the powerful energy Return to the mother's breast
Invaded of abstract reflections. The time passes and the dream ends up I only pray to Agramon: It is better to die that wake up buriedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
