In the dark of the mind, the flame lightens. I discover the curse of my soul. Trapped in this life form, forced to experience the flaws of human nature. Disturbed, deranged and mentally fucked in the eyes of those who can not see. In the visions of my dying flesh I see the gathering of an higher power. The reason for me wandering these fields of poison. In the silence, in the night. There is a force taking place in the flesh I wear. And the signs will show in new forms as the days go by in the flesh I wear. I bear the chalice, my soul, with pride and strength. My human flesh is the temple of self- discovered knowledge. Which I'll bring forth to the grand dimension of death.