When Landscapes Bled Backwards Lyrics

Sickening Horror When Landscapes Bled Backwards

...so, nothing exists. Dead silence spread the cold
funeral for
the landscapes that bled backwards, to end this dreadful
syndrome of indefinition.
In rooms with invisible walls I crawled and realized
different
views show us things in different ways. When you look
nothing from any view, you still look nothing.
Then hours of fear were singing with cries, sick melodies
synchronized to write the script of our demise. Fade in
the drops
of a rain mournful and damned.