1. DUSTSTORM

Semblance of a truth
Truthfulness...
Brilliant wisdom
The words shine on the human horizon.
So many years have apssed.

Truthfulness...
Ghosts wander in duststorm.

Appreciations emerged from burned souls making
the book of existence,
To leave this luminous room is to shake the holy structure.

Truthfulness...
Ghosts wander in duststorm.

The eclipse casts a gloom.
Then comes the thick mist that spreads confusion.
So many years have passed.

Pages are tron up, idols collapse, border lines
Become obliterated.
The non-existent infests and contaminates the soil.
So many years have passed.


2. NOTHING BUT VOID

Tepid envelope strolling in a decoration of notions
Those float on the mud of the will to represent.

Torn open, a haze appears. Slackly...
Then a shapeless shape looms out of the misty presence.

This shape shows unreal outlines
And seems to be animated by an obscure intention :
Begins to construct traces of reality, and traces of traces,
Moves off from itself and takes away...

Envelope of fantasy, for ever empty, and full of nothing.
No gleam of hope to fill the void...

Cult of the present absence,
Spectral sphere emanated from the thrill.

Veiled unknown, unvoiced.


3. SIGHING FOR SALVATION... CREEPING...

Moved by resentment, exhausted by disease,
Mortified by humiliation, worn out,
Terrified by infinite, anguished by existence,
Obsessed by death, doomed to failure.
Endless complaints...
Imploring clemency, shouting for help.
Obstinate worm.


4. INTO THE GRAVE

Deep in the valley, an other wisened face drags its body.

Attacked by the environment, the wreck shambles along.
Two eyes but no look. Eyes like passages to nowhere.

Morbid silhouette with so slow and unskilled movements...
The bones force and carve the dry skin. Bloody sores...

Deep in the valley, an other wisened face drags its body.

The withered arms feebly swap like two dead snakes.
Until uncoordinated moves, unexpected threats.


5. TREMENDUM

Gruseome voices raise from the underworld
And spit words of gloom, deadly drops for the lambs.
I invoke my demons and offer my life to the last pessimism.

Hands of doom strangle me with harshness and necessity.
Sharp nails go deep into my neck and inject the cold poison.
Inner deviation.

Perverse salient figures against the background of life,
Two eyes become visible and seem to stare at me.

Similar to funeral pyres, these eyes announce the complete
Crushing of my strength.

Prostrate before this appearance, I lose the thread...
And send my soul to the labyrinth of torments.
(Mental dislocation)


6. HAUNTING WIND

Breath... breath of the night.
Cold... cold caress from an invisible hand.
From the top of these trees, a scream... quietly.

Break the silence... and my bones
...And my bones.

Breath... breath of the night.
Cold... cold caress from an invisible hand.
Sows anguish, sorrow...

This wind is my despair.
A pressure.
Inexorable.


7. GLIMPSE OF NOTHINGNESS

(Instrumental)