Rain Which Shall Be Poured out of Silver Clouds with the Martyr's Blood

Lightening the soaking soul. Sadness conducts the tears of clouds. Lightening mission out, Only already. The last sun of living stones turns swamps around It. Such a pale moon allows this cover sun To escape. The gravity is coming to my... My rock, Sinking Down. I will smother the flesh of the title, Dragging you right to the quicksand. Spirits, ghosts, disturbing Me. Generation Onward, mothers and uncles gone, And wisdom's gone. Wisdom Age and the mind is lost, and they will Turn you to dust. Grand illusion turns to land, rules set to the Marching routine. Rule the surface of stress and keep an eye The past. There was residence after your Flesh. Through the vastness, you come to shine. The great return of obsession. To make this world eternal. By the hand of eternity's soul, Sending the lights to the solid land. A sweet death is already Waiting in time. A sense of the dead. The mission approach, all those in the course Against the ground. The mission is Gone, gone, Gone.