25 years of void, I’ve ben dead…awaiting, always with a two-faced sky above me, Searching for forgotten realms of the sun and loosing the sense of what is an illusion, I shall be the Immortal thunder, such sights, such truths I can’t no longer stand. My time has come to separate my fear from my flesh…As the Eternity opens in blood red aura, I feel the nails of Anxiety hammering my soul, Behind me I can see my twisted reflections (my mortal shell), is whithered and dissolved in superior torment. I have come one with Suffering. As a thousand carcasses are licking my blood-tears, Filth of aged flesh is falling from the stars, this is my punishment, my joy…Impaled in spikes of sorrow, I’ve vanished, then, I awake into an obscure dungeon where I awake just to realize that my tragedy of pleasure was just a dream…