Sudden proof of cryptic face
You, half-dead.
Thousands of fears, explains themselves
As a grim puzzle,
the truth emerges from depths
Beauty caresses gently the dead
A caress given back as a ruthless pest
Words sound unknown,
can´t understand
Dead fading colors,
your skins turned ashes grey
A long season in darkness,
one sorrow after the other,
no rest for dead side arises
Death taking over me
A breeding ground to forget respect
Infection progress slowly
Taking control of our will
Far away from me, you call my name
Distance translates it as a scream
Us, those half-dead
Breed at the bottom of our disgrace.
| 1 | Iconoclast |
| 2 | Elegia |
| 3 | Desde El Umbral |
| 4 | Distances |
| 5 | Circos |
| 6 | Winds Of July |
| 7 | Timeless Sands |
| 8 | Alter |
| 9 | Desintegracion |
| 10 | Rite |