This day reeks of blood and death.
The sky is black and dressed in  clouds.
The gloomy air just burns your lungs.
The red light is killing your eyes.
A sound of drums start sounding around.
You start falling.
Struggeling to ignore it you are.
Meaningless!
With claws your eyes are by force opened
And you see it,
The mighty parade of hell began.
The young lord greets the new offsprings,
Tortured souls...

The mind
Is full of might
The law of human to be right,
But in the end we're lost in night.
And this mind that we all have,
It gives us thoughts in many forms
Images, sounds, scents and sensations,
All ideas and conceptions.
One might think the mind is all.
Find yourselves and tell your thing,
Grab your things and make a string,
Tie it up and let it sing.
You, your mind, your soul, your all,
Have an inside place to hide,
A corner where you stand and cry,
Or you laugh
Just let it be.
But there inside is your one thing
The thing that really tells you what  you are.
And that thing has just one wish,
Only one true little wish.
Just let yourselves know what it is.