Paroles de Demoncross

Dying under the demoncross sends its shadow to the utopia hollow mind of our mankind caveman violence - our creative seed. humans behind smiling masques hiding their poisoned tears. lost the tunes from beyond the deadly pact - implanted fears. end is the winter in gaia's hall freezing the scenery of hope eternity - landscape dream of men lesser in colors than vanishing scenes. Facade for a senseless crusade to decode the citadel's blueprint of life In Nyctalopia we walk blinded We cried for the end, but the end will not come