"Melted in the cage twisted and torn
In a suicidal age like stones we are born.
Approaching the winter of the century
Vision slaughtered by the filtering sunset..."Streams Of Paranoia "Streams of decadence swing and enclose the vital flux Epitaphs carved inside the mind of time, hibernated and waiting In this livid day seconds flow without breath, without lymph In need to receive this baptism alternated with suspended pieces of void..."The Inner Deathscape "Frozen and hidden in dustsmiles The naked voice rises so pale With fear forward to loneliness Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat..."|
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