Lost
Hendrijk Vangerow, Michael Schmale
The waves of disgust which arise in the soul cries and loses its importance. Only a creation crying with pain is accepted. Its calling vanishes greyly in my head and dries every tear. There is just a sense of eternal pain which makes me take part in our common bound. Dreams are banished in the hell's earth in which we move while nothingness awaits us. We have buried our own race and stick to our graves which are much too deep to escape them. Mother Earth bleeds and we will drown in her blood...?! Requiem for what's gone forever. The darkness has won its shining robe. We are worms in front of this force. Lost