He is not from the Earth
He Belongs to the Sky
He Spread his Wings
Longing for the astral realm...
A dimension almost no one can see
A return from Mictlan,
The paranormal abysm
He’s the Chill in the air
This will be his last Mission
So Rise, with passion and Rage
And feel the death of the Ancient Dreams
Leave this plane and watch as the world burns...
Desolation of the earth
without hope, without goals
Surround your fevered restrain
and fly to the blackest abyss
So Rise, with passion and Rage
And feel the death of the Ancient Dreams
Truth has been long lost...
Death Remains in glorious ways
He will not return, forevermore...
