[Lyrics: Hacky in January 2006]
Possessed by the ecstasy of the extreme
Destroying chapels of devotion
Overwhelming
addiction to dormancy
The essential confusion of senses
The endless hope of breakthrough
Only hate and grim, for sober
reality
Impalpable in the glare of lunar
Behind the times
Mesmerized of ambient aeons
Clandestine cognition
Inspected
through these empty eyesa
athe inside of longing death.
Limbonic lifetime
Gathering aimless souls
Raping their etherial
illusions
And releasing their imprisoned minds
An apocalyptic moment wafts with a wet fear
a through our rotten hands.
A
new aeon, a new blazea
We climb with an erection, to usurp your place
...on the throne by the hillsa
