Rudiments Unwinding. . Establishing rules for the last recipient. Of emergency-calling. For Third latent Agreement. Counting the vicious members. In the Court of.
Requiem. . Deliver the purple roses. To inspire the rotting nations. Finally calm in the sacred ground. Deliver the irresistible hunger. To the worms of a new Creation.
Preclassical Investigation. . Follow the path. Where the Friarmonk slowly learned. How to distress. The untouchable Purpose of Man. Knifes are unsharp.
Machinery Prepared. . Gathering. The fragments of bodies. Linking the words into statements. Machinery's prepared. Like a monster from necronish dimensions.
Lacrimosa. . In tears. In front of the Chalice of Truth. I saw the day when memories. Were all, all vanished,. And ceased was the silence.. . When my desolated eyes expire.
Fermenting Limbs. . The process invisibly begins. Hearing that melting sound anew. Experience that the Ices. Are letting you see. In your fragrant grace.
Faces Reversed. . And now when their faces are gone. When the gods are self-destructive and you. You still think you follow the gun. But the gun now points at you.
Errors Of Redimensioning. . Making impossible to catch. The horizon of vanished diseases. Don't look behind. Remembering. Into the picture of the Grate Cause.
Epilogue To Child Mutilation. . Inhale their fear!. Damped by the clusters of limbs,. Grabbing their decendants remnants. Bystanders burying themselves alive dispassioned.
Discrepancy. . World's in discrepancy. Sucking the blood out of my throat. In wasteful enquiry. Distorting a neutral evil. I've been taught by clergymen.
Dawn Of Renaissance. . Slowly transforming. The Historys purpose. The dawn of Renaissance derives. Its ultimate power to proceed. The souls are conditioned.
Brain Reset. . Brain reset. Determining the reality's illness. Do you still have your wish of facing the past?. . Watch and you see. See all those virtual causes.
Returns from his exile, all power and pain. To undo the wrong that was done in his name. The pack are inclined to believe in his words. The promise of riches, fortune - just words.
We're the people of the plains. We're the true Americans. Here we live and here we die. Our land. Come and face us, yellow hair. See our feathered pride.
He stepped into the bar and looked around. Didn't like much what he saw and what he found. Too many faces with an attitude. Too many dudes that were do uncool.
Welcome my brothers, to this midnight show. The price of entrance, is the ticket to your soul. It's a special showing, especially for you. Roll up, roll up and you can join our mystery.