Secrets Of The Moon Nemesis
Deafening screams of the ones
Who shape one world, one experience
Their burning shadows cover the earth
With pictures from the mist…
Exhibitions…
Risen from the lands of Xul
The lowest forms of life and death
Celebrating the mist
With the voice of the elder we are speaking
With the seven tongues of god we satisfy
…Our mind’s darkest eye…
And time passes by…
…Faster then it ever passed before
And the greedy generations
Have just fulfilled their need
And slowly shadows cover the earth again…
…Taken pictures from the mist…
Slowly shadows cover the earth again…
With the voice of the elder we are speaking
With the seven tongues of god we satisfy
…Our mind’s darkest eye…
…Taken pictures from the mist…
