Tekst:
Insision Beneath The Folds Of Flesh

[In remembrance of H.P Lovecraft 1890-1937] Engaged in dreams. But the vision is more then it seems. Beyond this waste, lies warm gardens that shines

the garden of knives he travels, Graa the spirit Through the garden of bones he travels, Impamiiz the demon king Through the house of flesh he travels

Rewind this cosmic sphere into its origin, Chaos. Demons where masters there and we shall be like them.. Like them - OVERWHELMING! Like them - INTELLIGENT

Fire demon, I call on you Earth demon, nocturnal god. Ineo templi, temple of flesh I submerge into your womb oh serpi demon I envy in a sphere of transparent

As it unfolds we all be dead Like an empty thought in someone else's head Through the mud it's calling me Global death immediately Worlds collide, astral