Paroles: Kataklysm. Mystical Plane Of Evil.

(Chapter 2 - Enigma Of The Unknown)
Floating in torment, suspended animation, captured in frontiers, =
between time and space.
Dimensions, stepping through barriers, toward the void, the dark =
forces increase.
Near my goal, from my calling, still resisting, still hoping.
Perceiving in a shower of black fog, a big bright vortex straight =
ahead my course.
Where Damians block my path, using my last drop of energy, I smash =
into the exit.
Destroying them and gaining entrance.
Revolution of time, passing the vortex, restores my soul, feeding, =
my power grows.
Of hate and desire, to destroy and receive, pain and pleasure =
within.
The lost domain of GANZIR, an ethereal plane, the world beyond of =
beyond.
Afterlife of Damians, war bound of demons.
MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL
MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL
The captor of inverse energy, the destructor of captive tortured =
souls.
Protected by emissaries of alien creatures, unknown to human race.

The wishes of every souls here came through, the gift of =
annihilation, confrontation, elimination.
And reborn of new unlife demonic forces, instead of their freedom.
Damians....Damians...
In the great battlefield of death, some of LEVIATHAN minions use =
portals to travel back to earth.
To get more food....more souls.
Here, they are draining life with malevolent crystals which feed =
LEVIATHAN.
And replaces the spirit=B9s energy with dark fumes, what did I wish =
for?
I fly through the exit of this hell, emerging from the astral =
horror.
Reentering my body that was in my room, lying in a pool of blood.
I raise like a zombie from my bed, I am now an undead, a terrorizing =
terror of the living.
No, I want to live, revive.
I want to undo what I=B9ve done!
Dead, dismal, rebel, warrior, sinister, hunger for life.
Unblessly taken to rotten crypts...