Incantations Of Past Horrors Again Brought To Life, Whose Eyes
Are The Might Of Death, To Reap And Reap Again. May It Be In
Form Of Fright Or A Temptress Dressed In Lace – Its True Face
Is A Gruesome Abomination. Piercing The Quiet, As Every Night
Before, With Alluring Voices. Landscapes Left To Rot Behind Its
Turned Back. The True Face And Its Purpose Shown – Open Up
The Burning Eyes To Aim Once More. Behold Your Face In The
Mirror And For The First Time See The Flaws That Lies Within
You – Fears And Remorse. Is It A Shadow Behind You Who Put
All Thought Aside? Is A Voice Now Calling Louder Than Before?
For All The Answers To Your Questions Is Death. For You
Are Like The World – Turning In A Restless Pace, Awaiting
A Storm To Great To Outlive. Each Birth Bears To Fate
Each Seed Hold The Will To Rot. This Does Adapt To You As
Well – Your Blood Is Not Running Pure. Have In Mind, You
Walk In Denial – You Are Always Being Watched...
