Tekstovi: Tartaros. The Intense Domain of Grievousness.

Laying on black shiny marble
The lustrous floor of secret senses
Blended within a royal night to provoke
My tempest

Raising my red jewel
Through the atmosphere of magnificence
Physically alone so pure and clean
In a fragrance of solemness...

Attracting the silver green flash
The spots from the five high-lights
Vibrating my words, VIBRATIN MY WORDS...
All through the royalty of the night...

Brought away, deep down...
Abrupt as the speed of the light

A huge temple of infinite brightness
Staring hard at me
As pure nature in person, is thinking me dead..

Catching its glance of mysticism
Tasting the emblem of
My Third Eye...

[Chorus:]
In the intense domain of grievousness(6x)

As the temple grows rough!!!
I clearly feel the blowing thunders breath
As crowded wind, but from my mouth!?

As the temple grows rough!!!
I clearly hear the blowing thunders beat
As crowded thumps, but from my heart!?