Paroles de Death Transmutation

Black wall Barrier Gulf between being and annihilation Look beyond with eyes of flame Through the staffs and snakes I flow To produce a flame of pure death Drawing me back For this land is dust and formlessness Shades of the dead Blown like ash on the wind Lament their wretched fate Not to walk in flesh again Shall death contain a soul, A fire with the will to return? Bitter catalyst indeed To begin such a transformation A hate beyond all reckoning To stretch between the states Smashing the wheel of Karma Rampaging back into reality Vistas from beyond Reflected in cold dead eyes What prism could calculate or contain them?