FLESH & SPACE- From

Born in torments of better might
I'm again deprived of solar light
And aspirate to knowledge
From ice of absorbing darkness

I'm go towards to grey silhouettes
Through dense suffocated atmosphere
My reason under injection pressure
From ashed dust i will revolt

Born for eternal fight
The mental is broken at night
I have nothing to breath
Where are you my sweetest death?

Radiating light of the Lost Worlds
Absorbing mine soul
From dark tranquility of your
Smelling by astral depression to few...