Accused by the creators And in sadistic silence Your sleeping soul shouts for magnitude ... The human desires ... now ... a legion of vulgarity
Hysterical Zero Hymn
Fatal motion ahead ... Forbidden acts are in your great point ... Ends in rebellion ... a pulse for victory So let the distress come back Willdly ... keeps me free yet
All creation lays at the brink No ethic to refuse Recovery ... total supervision It’s burning with no limits So, hear the extremes
I saw war through these eyes ... Walking through some secrets This fiction’s never dreamed of In a fatal order appears
Hurried exile from secrets Now the caller was banished