Soon I feel the power. Surging through my soul. I feel a hatred deep and pure. No bloodshed could console. . Now the change becomes me. My terror grows within.
Through my soul I can life forever. The sense of death, escape of life. But I'm neither [Incomprehensible]. No ghost, no human being. . Through my soul I can life forever.
Your soul leaved the body. And searched for his definition. . Walked along a endless passage to open the gate. Behind the door you saw a light which magically attracted.
For centuries, life history has been an inexhaustible. Source of inspiration for the spiritual. And cultural existence. . The nectar of devotion is the fountain of all joy.
He is coming back. Another body another face but same soul. His former life is filling up with hate and pain. Many people dying through his hands. . Uponing to tortured.
Glassy eyes, empty remains. Dead voices, broken dreams. Irresolute souls, self destruction. . Narrow coffin, beautiful grave. Black flowers, bloody tears.
The death corpse composed behind. In the dust of their self. To terminate another life. A further obligation to make. . Wounds of memory for ever to stay.