Visions of craniums, visions of bones the cementery with more fire in the world profaned by dogs sent from hell human sacrilige that respects the dead right now they are resting in pain to throw up the hate is too late all what they do is to blame to you spirits easy to find, in the mountain their hide call to them and see yourself control your destiny before you melt at day you can feel the winds speak but you can't hear exactly what says the whisper in your ear Come here to see this life Come here to prove your mind They make holes on tombs to steal forever the ancient gold love and love to be the rich here is the place where the british win occult forces under the floor painful souls, they never leave you alone try to find water and try to survive before the pestilence of children appear at night The graves are in the other side of the brothel where the bitches get fun with officers before they die real stories from my journey through the world this is not a lie for you You are watching the corpses the corpses of fire people in another dimension different to us only ghosts thinking with dark emotions and try to understand the whisper in your ear to create the hide portal to fly