Album: Knuckle Tracks XXI
The long cold voyage is reaching the end,
and destiny that can be forged as well as faded into the
pestilential mists of spiritual profanity.
My eyes are eternally searching the winds, the
apocalyptic windsthat ride over the majestic ruins ,
finding the past, unseen and enormous, a time of repent
and glorification ,
learning from the ancient black dawn of the thousand
beasts, all breathing fire and blood , all breeding the
most supreme race of volcanics entities, in my veins, in
their veins the magma of wisdom floats as the hate and
revenge pumps in our cold and relative hearts. But the
journey is still far from ending, still painful odysseys
are coming...
(The most valuable yet the most agonizing is the one to
reach the root of my damnation...)