Your world is empty,
your life heaves a taste of death,
the death heave a rotten taste
The rottenness is from the mob of world,
is from peaples or my mine
I don`t my mind is strong,
My soul is strong,
who am I? Whho is my mind or my soul?
The rotten flesh stinks and hide the world
with the whispert of death
where are my worlds of fantasy/
Good bye humans, a new age was born
the age of immortals, the age of treasure and treachery.
Good bye humans, it is time of...
kiss of angels and dead. |
