Wrecked In Ruins Of Solitude

...through the cold breaths once called: the living! Abandoned the carnal shape of mortal - into light-path... Darkened by the shades, strong virtue (S.A.T.A.N.), majestic... Once... forsaken man - believed god, in own plague arise and fell. Where voice of yours echoes through the mist, a deaf listener awaits And he, behold, poorly tries your words to serve, as they never appear.. Glorifying, seeing you as highest, the trace without a reach Yet stabbed you cry, tragically remained...