In shadows they lie, decomposed by a waters. Rotten deep inside - that's seen in a while. Delusion is desire. The feeling of your destiny. As helplessness surrounds you… Glooming veins in never-ending katatonia. The soul that's dissolving in eternity. Spleen of sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Looking on what left of their faces… Lifeless bodies… Mold’s impartially covering their hearts as they fall into eternal slumber.