A New Astral Voyage Lyrics

A painful march on the edge of an ancient world, pain is only a future memory. The sky has never looked so dark and so heavy. We must join them because they have succeeded.

The memories ready to be forgotten and the experience erased. The face dug out by tears of blood, this vermilion glow, gift from life until death, which will be the setting of these dirty rooks.

Hopeful stars are missing. Loneliness, fear, despair overwhelm this body
by tearing it from life like a cursed caesarean.

The cold of anguish cradles life to death, the release of the soul of this chrysalis of flesh, like a vulgar moth prey of all devils.

Finally get to his people, a morbid silence as a welcome song.
Sweating from praise to death, the thread of life has woven the rope of death.

The elevation of the soul to his own, all together on this macabre tree,
bound by the destiny of oblivion, rotting holding hands together.