(Chapter 2 - Enigma Of The Unknown)
Floating in torment, suspended animation, captured in frontiers, =
Between time and space.
Dimensions, stepping through barriers, toward the void, the dark =
Forces increase.
Near my goal, from my calling, still resisting, still hoping.
Perceiving in a shower of black fog, a big bright vortex straight =
Ahead my course.
Where Damians block my path, using my last drop of energy, I smash =
Into the exit.
Destroying them and gaining entrance.
Revolution of time, passing the vortex, restores my soul, feeding, =
My power grows.
Of hate and desire, to destroy and receive, pain and pleasure =
Within.
The lost domain of ganzir, an ethereal plane, the world beyond of =
Beyond.
Afterlife of Damians, war bound of demons.
Mystical plane of evil
Mystical plane of evil
The captor of inverse energy, the destructor of captive tortured =
Souls.
Protected by emissaries of alien creatures, unknown to human race.
The wishes of every souls here came through, the gift of =
Annihilation, confrontation, elimination.
And reborn of new unlife demonic forces, instead of their freedom.
Damians.... Damians...
In the great battlefield of death, some of leviathan minions use =
Portals to travel back to earth.
To get more food.... More souls.
Here, they are draining life with malevolent crystals which feed =
Leviathan.
And replaces the spirit=B9s energy with dark fumes, what did I wish =
For?
I fly through the exit of this hell, emerging from the astral =
Horror.
Reentering my body that was in my room, lying in a pool of blood.
I raise like a zombie from my bed, I am now an undead, a terrorizing =
Terror of the living.
No, I want to live, revive.
I want to undo what I=B9ve done!
Dead, dismal, rebel, warrior, sinister, hunger for life.
Unblessly taken to rotten crypts...
