Travel out . . .
Through mist and endless space
Where darkness surrounds my existence
Searching the cure to my misery,
Reaching out of any senses.
The paths of spectral secrets, Void of despair and greed,
Tears in my eyes
Fly on your wings
Across the horizons
Deny the mortal man,
Whom slowly lose existence
Not a savior…
I seek comfort... in my fears,
Out of cores... of dark places
Not a savior...
Conspiracy most of their lives to get ahead with no pain
Through crisis times, reaching out of any senses.
For all the former things are passed away,
Devouring twisted creation of minds insane,
Illusive prayers clouds my mind corrupted,
Deceased in faith, not a savior you will follow.