Flat line, the gruesome possession,
the pounding of negative energy,
the astral body is ripped from the obsession,
to merge with the infinity.

Besieged with the negative,
no longer safe from the spirit world.

The lower layers of the real,
is infested with the liar,
anti organic entities feel
weak emotional scars to enter with fire.

Loosing all human perspective,
the ego conscious is swirled.

The haunting of the flesh,
to dissolve the soul they strive,
and jealously detest,
the dimension that is earthly life.

[Solo Uterwijk]

[Synth solo Mameli]

Flat line, the gruesome possession,
the pounding of negative energy,
the astral body is ripped from the obsession,
to merge with the infinity.

The haunting of the flesh,
to dissolve the soul they strive,
and jealously detest,
the dimension that is earthly life.

Beware of the rotting of the soul,
no one can escape this horrible destiny,
karma will have the life energy turn cold,
the all black creeps upon the human identity.

To slowly consume the saved acceptability,
servants of hate devour with precision,
the bodiless being's credibility,
without the need of an incision.

This process is executed on a higher plane,
when the truth is being exposed,
the burning makes you go insane,
and the eaten parts of the soul disposed.

Soulrot?haunting the feeble soul, soulrot.
Soulrot?watch destiny unfold, soulrot.

[Solo Mameli]

[Solo Uterwijk]

Purified once more from the negative,
the eternal cycle of existence,
extracted, the lurking sedative,
manifesting on your resistance.

To slowly consume the saved acceptability,
servants of hate devour with precision,
the bodiless being's credibility,
without the need of an incision.

Letting go past emotions and embracing the new,
the easier it gets to detach from our loved ones,
this natural evolution disrupts for but a few,
hooked on the earthly shall make you not gone.

The realization that body and soul can be separated,
will make one understand the true nature of reality.

We are not just flesh but more than that incorporated.

[Solo Uterwijk]

The realization that body and soul can be separated,
will make one understand the true nature of reality.

We are not just flesh but more than that incorporated.

Transition?letting go and leaving behind.
Transition?evolving into the next kind.

[Solo Mameli]

Transition?letting go and leaving behind.
Transition?evolving into the next kind.

The test of time already lost,
Once reborn destined to morph,
Trying to live at all cost,
Death is eminent to absorb.

The transition to the all is inevitable,
Living death as we breathe,
Mind's capacity makes it comfortable,
Suppressing the horrors underneath.

Just let go the feeling of helplessness,
Can't do shit about this pure sickness,
That is called life.

This sick and tragic life,
It will soon be realized.

Necromorph.

Mangled and ripped from existence,
gateway to the unknown compels,
maintaining the ego is subsistence,
spirit guides restrain the soul to dwell.

Escaping destiny is not an option,
to face your reincarnations and fear,
tearing the layers for absorption,
salvation from denial is more than near.

The physical nightmare has begun,
separation of the flesh and the soul,
the mind cannot cope and goes into a mental stun,
before acceptable to achieves the astral goal.

Laniatus-ripping the soul from the flesh.

[Solo Mameli]

[Solo Uterwijk]

Escaping destiny is not an option,
to face your reincarnations and fear,
tearing the layers for absorption,
salvation from denial is more than near.

Mangled and ripped from existence,
gateway to the unknown compels,
maintaining the ego is subsistence,
spirit guides restrain the soul to dwell.

After fading into nothing less,
the aging soul falls into distress,
the immense emotion of being bodiless,
pushes your awareness to psycho stress.

Left in the cold of the emptiness,
never dying is reality,
I call upon the creator with many faces,
for salvation from this insanity.

The great strings of awareness,
create the boundaries of the all,
the spheres of consciousness,
keeping out daemons with this wall.

Entities familiar and unknown,
speak in tongue to doubt,
the earthly now overthrown,
to test the soul of it's devout.

Distress?ultradaemons want my soul.
Distress?take my astral to control.

[Solo Uterwijk]

The nonphysical guides try to protect,
from the lower entities,
for us to deny and reject,
to fulfill our faith and responsibilities.

[Solo Mameli]

Clear voidance in a lucid state of mind,
no need for eyes just intuition,
leaving all earthly worries behind,
systematic patterns create the decision.

Pain of a thousand life's are now one,
mental journey to the inner core,
physical pain long time gone,
non existence after and before.

Connecting to the all knowing source,
information of all mysteries revealed,
a fraction of eternity births your course,
faith of a next life is sealed.

[Solo Uterwijk]

[Solo Mameli]

The purpose of existence falls into place,
to live in sickness and in death,
to die useless and fall from grace,
and suffer the healing from regrets.

Pain of a thousand life's are now one,
mental journey to the inner core,
physical pain long time gone,
non existence after and before.

The virgin soul no longer white,
shining devious through the skin,
the body's aura losing it's bright,
mental projection of the sin.

[Solo Mameli]

The sicker the body and soul,
the more negative the aura gets,
blacker than the blackest coal,
revealing the negative that affects.

The aura cannot lie and hide,
this true entity that is so grim,
egoism overshadows all pride,
chance of mental recovery is slim.

The sicker the body and soul,
the more negative the aura gets,
blacker than the blackest coal,
revealing the negative that affects.

Ego no longer separated from lies,
so the conscious cannot see,
the truth is smothered and dies,
trapped in structure and no longer free.

[Solo Uterwijk]

Flooded with the energy of a thousand souls,
chaos merging with the timeless,
the all knowing controls,
the infestation of the heartless.

Blackened entities merge with the already fallen,
as the catastrophic scenario unfolds.

[Solo Mameli]

Hopelessly trapped inside the multiple sphere,
all reincarnations are now one,
becoming multiple beings,
full of fear.

Blackened entities merge with the already fallen,
as the catastrophic scenario unfolds.

[Solo Uterwijk]

The never ending stream of the sick,
drenched and saturated with hate,
overshadows natural transitions that are basic,
fucking up the holy just to complicate.

This intense feeling of not being,
has taken the soul into a dissonance,
when the inner core is not seeing,
and cannot find any anchors of relevance.

The transition of life into the next,
can sometimes be so surreal,
mental protection now is in effect,
to preserve the soul from the feel.

Amongst the spirit worlds and deities,
you will have to find your place,
eternities of wisdom and prophecies,
mental projection at your own pace.

The transition of life into the next,
can sometimes be so surreal,
mental protection now is in effect,
to preserve the soul from the feel.

Repeated psychosis,
inside the darkened void.
Demonic hypnosis,
human intellect destroyed.

[Solo Uterwijk]

[Solo Mameli]

This intense feeling of not being,
has taken the soul into a dissonance,
when the inner core is not seeing,
and cannot find any anchors of relevance.

The transition of life into the next,
can sometimes be so surreal,
mental protection now is in effect,
to preserve the soul from the feel.