Letras:
Imago Mortis

Traducción: Imago Mortis. Três Parchae.

[I can not find any words for the introduction. I think this is the deepest and most personal text I've made for this album.] [The Silent Prolouge:]

[The last text I wrote for this record cos I wanted to express strong and breathing material, which (almost) represents all those feelings and pictures

["No one can judge one another, because this equals delivering and notifying the judgement of own ego-that's how the saying sounds.There are no limits

lame, I think. Nausea, Fever, Vacuum in the head Yell- a parched throath (Muteness.) Tranquil cold, Cold I shiver, (it) hurts. "Circumdederunt me gemitus mortis

[With this text I wanted to show what could possibly happen to a soul of Will and Craft after the so called: "death".The strange aura and the metaphores

[Inside the ambulance. The sound of sirens. I feel cold and heavy sleep. The sirens sound distant. I shut my eyes closed, reopening them beside the margins

[Exhausted, I fall into crimson slumbers and dream about the devil.] [Devil:] Yes, I am... [Me:] ...the Silent King! Devil, speak to me Oh, as a friend

[I wake up in terrible suffering. I'm alone. I cry for help.] [Me:] I don't need more flowers I don't need more sympathy I don't need more integration