Teksty: The Chasm. The Triumph (Of My Loss).

Together as one, with the cracked mirror, reflecting only this unborn unknown,
I've never flet this emptiness, like a cascade of teardrops in blade forms...
Decisions, to choose the arcanum one.
I'm slowly fading into the dreams of the universe,
Do I really feel the tragedy? Where are those grey moments of pleasure,
I'm the dawn, I'm the night, I can create and destroy, I will always be the lonely walker.
Together as one forutne and misery, I'm a warrior full of hate and wisdom, full of pride and sadness.
Soon I'll cross the river of fire, soon I'll face the Final Battle, to revenge all those soulless Lost Years....