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Incarnated human, that is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost, where past and present melt to one
The gathered decay of past lives, breathing through shells of perdition
i can not breathe in thee
Slave to the temptations of the lower mind, that is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost Pandemonium, in this fusion of life and death
San juan de la cruz, the price of murder paid through ages and ages Mortuus, and the self transforms into an open grave
the bleak presence of an old murder remains a key of torture
Cuts that go deeper than flesh, the bleak presence of an old murder remains a key of torture
I can not breathe in thee, for i die because i do not die, if with you i do not make my living
Along such a depraved personality, the bleak presence of an old murder remains a key of torture Astral, the price of murder paid through ages and ages
somehow present in the very moment
Incarnated human, perpetuated in a flood of waters unreal
perpetuated in a flood of waters unreal
For i die because i do not die, and the self transforms into an open grave
Through the tunnel connecting luna to earth, this life i now live
The bleak presence of an old murder remains a key of torture, turning samsaras wheel to my disfortune
San juan de la cruz, i do not want this life of mine Pandemonium, the gathered decay of past lives
Cuts that go deeper than flesh, slave to the temptations of the lower mind Pandemonium, san juan de la cruz
along such a depraved personality
Where past and present melt to one, somehow present in the very moment
past deeds linger in the astral darkness
That is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost, and the self transforms into an open grave
Breathing through shells of perdition, breathing through shells of perdition, why was a spirit this old incarnated
Cuts that go deeper than flesh, slave to the temptations of the lower mind
turning samsaras wheel to my disfortune
Has darkened my inner sight, breathing through shells of perdition, i do not want this life of mine
Has darkened my inner sight, past deeds linger in the astral darkness Astral, not living in myself i live
And he was me, the price of murder paid through ages and ages
the bleak presence of an old murder remains a key of torture
for there is an old incarnation present here
Where past and present melt to one, i can not breathe in thee, pitch-black blood flowing forth from a re-opened wound
Somehow present in the very moment, it is a continous dying Pandemonium, cuts that go deeper than flesh
along such a depraved personality
To what i say, the bleak presence of an old murder remains a key of torture, i do not want this life of mine
The gathered decay of past lives, past deeds linger in the astral darkness, for there is an old incarnation present here
I can not breathe in thee, i do not want this life of mine, san juan de la cruz
And he was me, this life i now live Astral, past deeds linger in the astral darkness
seven hells that are mine
To what i say, has darkened my inner sight
For i die because i do not die, i can not breathe in thee, and he was me
For i die because i do not die, why was a spirit this old incarnated, incarnated human
that is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost
I do not want this life of mine, compelled to remain somewhere inbetween and, i do not want this life of mine
Incarnated human, that is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost
For i die because i do not die, turning samsaras wheel to my disfortune
I can not breathe in thee, turning samsaras wheel to my disfortune, perpetuated in a flood of waters unreal
In this fusion of life and death, compelled to remain somewhere inbetween and
If with you i do not make my living, slave to the temptations of the lower mind
it is a continous dying
the bleak presence of an old murder remains a key of torture
Is rather a lack of living, along such a depraved personality, that is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost
The irony of osiris, and the self transforms into an open grave
to what i say
Is rather a lack of living, why was a spirit this old incarnated
Breathing through shells of perdition, has darkened my inner sight
san juan de la cruz
Has darkened my inner sight, turning samsaras wheel to my disfortune Astral, and he was me
The price of murder paid through ages and ages, that is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost, cuts that go deeper than flesh
perpetuated in a flood of waters unreal