Underworld - Septicflesh

A millenium passed away, small forests became jungles, mountains were devoured

from sand violently exiled from sand violently exiled from vast deserts with

the help of hands made from storms*

It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces

The triumphant laughs of liberation are forgotem

The world that once seemed nes and vibrant turned pale and old

Why?

Maybe because of the strange inhabitants were to eager to forget the path that

led them through

In their journey they were leaving behind not only spoken: not only part of

their body but also part of their mind

And they became so tired, all they demanded was to rest

It wasn´t difficult

There was not any apparent changes

So a strange kind of sleep

Fell among the lot

The more they cultivated this habbit

To seek in the deep matters of Lethargy

The more their enviroment changed

It was a curious transformation

It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces

Hoever there is one trace that will ever remain

Week as a whisper it can reopen the way

Just listen

Your Fathers knew these words by heart even those that never crossed,

the eerie side