Deathtrip Chronicle

It's only grief and pain, the ugliest disease
 The hierophant is praying to the gallows
 The only dread and grim and suddenly he freezes
 The Great Redeemer, the future trap
 The scars and promises, against the Seraphim
 The blood is leaking like the time in history
 Disgrace and sickness, a pleasure with no feel
 A choice of death, a path to nil
 And only shapes remain to defend them
 Like a tale with never-ending end
 A life with innocence, the only savior
 The fearless hunter, the timeless trip
 For those who felt, for every deceiver and martyr
 I am here to justify the sins...
 No one will follow the signs
 This journey is just loneliness and fear
 Aenaon
 The Endless Bound
 Aenaon
 The Cosmic Sound
 Wrapped in cocoon of mortal and endless oblivion
 Only the flesh reminds the link
 Scars of human emptiness
 The angriness diverted into creed
 Aenaon
 The Endless Bound
 Aenaon
 The Cosmic Sound
 I hear no will, I see no marks,
 It's this journey that outlines my past
 I am Nothing, I am Everything,
 I am always more than I feel
 Dragged in sin, former believers
 Plague and wax shroud all the cells
 The road of purity, the death
 Cast in stone, future and nowhere
 In the womb of gravid land
 Gates of past, the flow of dimension
 The fearless hunter, the timeless trip