Falling Down

With drooping wings

To the deep

Of silence

Your vertigo falling

Feel the watching

Of the beast

Spreads heatred

Acumulate

By centuries

Reflecting power

By hundred wounds of yore

Wet Wall

By tears of pain

Hope that crops out

At the end of light

Fucking chaos of the Little spark

That hurts

And disturb the freewill

Of a flower

Blackness of civilization

Deep dream

Dont expect it to end more than a tumult of horror

Celebrity your eleccion Now you share you luck

Realice is the craying of death

Realice is the cold craying that

Penetrates through your bones