Lletres:
Alghazanth Subliminal Antenora

Each time I speak An angel falls beheaded from the heavens Each time my foot meets the soil The celestial fruits wither to dust I was the one to offer

In a spectrum of darker fantasies I absorbed the myriad auras With delusions harnessed in twisted solace The planets stepped down in pure homage For

One thousand different rooms full of pain One thousand rooms full of different pain There are no words to describe all the horror Which these thick stonewalls

The sons of adam, the daughters of eve All have bent down to the dust onto their knees Anticipating the final asbsolution The sweet, liberating execution