The shutter in a declining ground
From Souls loss of hope and grace
The downturn preacher
Inspectors from the deluded dreams
From dark ruins
Logos from deceased
Born to die
From the coldest part of dark ash
You hear God's living voice
The tone is driven further down
With roots wither column
As the burned ground access
Separated towards the unconscious
When the predetermined pictures are moving...
Vad tycks rent allmänt annars? Vem vet, en vacker dag kanske ni hör denna lyrik i underground-scenen.