“If God raised the abyss
You’d procreate your own
Abolism of death is
Abolism of life”
"In the heat of infernal lightnings
And in the shadows of poisoned clouds
The world will die under the sword of destiny"
"What will the wind bring these days?
The smell of self-deception?
Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
As they ride on visual aggression
Once, I slept in confidence
Sounds like I’ve been a fool
Now, as my will is invisible
They shall face the evoked curse alone…"