May the spirit of man overcome any malicious technique
May the will of man overcome any failure of the body
And may a man feel the growing relentless need to taste
A pre trial procedure before he confesses what he seeks…
Day and night, hand in hand, in one nightmare without sleep at all
Light of the sun ripping your eyes… and the night is day once again!
May the spirit of man overcome any malicious technique
May the will of man overcome any failure of the body
And may a man feel the growing relentless need to taste
A pre trial procedure before he confesses what he seeks…
Another dawn of martyrdom
The light of the day have turned to grey
You are slow, cold, and unsteady… perception seems to be gone
All your balance and ability to think rationally are being lost
Now opposite desires are fighting each other
You are trapped
This madness will stop after plenty hours of illusions and delusions
You are deprived from the realm of the dead
Tormentum insomniae