Procesio V - Dolorvm

OM – Voiding Lights

Lure me into spectral waves

Distant of sensations

Distant to breathe me in

Carrying me to this euphoric dreams

unfinding and Tied on it.

to make me a infinite waste

An iconoclast magma

The treasure, a third moaning eye

To see the truth,

Im free forever.

Extradition of open wounds

On shades to minimal glimpse

I’ll keep distant of me

Distant on all Misery

Dreaming, just Suspended

Making ruined Nulliverses

The orthodox creation