Astarte

Flow of time turn into emptiness
Ends to the place that the earth appears
He, who reads the shadows
Flows to oblivion like the dust on the air
As the eyes reflects the eternal chaos
The man fades out his pestilence
Corpses are poisoned in the dust
And souls, shadow the unreachable endless
He stands upon the faces that dies forever
Undefeated wound that cut the tree of life
I am traveling through snakes
Through corpses, through time!
Dark passage to the abyss of my mind!
My day-night, my heaven-hell
The land of cry, the soul of sinner
Around my everything a transparent end
A crystallized soul broken, my self
Death unharmed for the body