Death! Possession!
At the gates of dawn,
she awaits your arrival.
Your lone
Subconciuos desolation of your mind.
Enter the church of life.
Decieved by
Thirty years have passed
since my dying day.
My life went to
The arrival of the dead, mourning souls arise.
Searching for a
Impulsive necroplasma.
Injected in your veins.
Spiritually deceased.
Bringing
Left alone.
And left to live in a rotting world.
Running, searcing.
Kur-nu-gi
Smell the taste and feel the sky
controlled by lust you
Passing Necrosis,
the tunnel of pain is in front.
You're passing through