In the past and in the mind
A passage exists
Bridge of death,the gate of black age
Where plage was the king of mankind
On the liar throne
Lord chaos pointed has finger on grail human fragments
Utilizing the nature of their rotten spirited and damned egos
Instigated for destruction
To give laughing the rest of a devastated world
To the future as a gift
Filled with the smell of plague
With its father-death
Not knowing
That the world wich was long time ago
It's grand mother
Who has become a sick old witch
Killed all emotions
That should have healed
The world should not be the rest of a damned age