Deep Inside of Nowhere
The end of all times and lands shall be..
When the Moon crosses the battlefields of Mars, a be
will fly through a fog and flame over the Megiddo. An
a bee will sit to my opened mouth in crusted blood an
golden dust. In the sunset. Humans is only the flesh, is rarel
beautiful, often not. Their "souls" is only the food for th
black Eagle. I'm rising over them and I may crush the
as a worms in a dead flesh with their pathetic desires an
lives. They devour all around itself, they waver, multiply, cree
and die. At the end of all times and lands... I received th
strength of Our Father. And I'm keeping away emotionall
and see them as they crawl to the end of all times and lands.