Black figures shrouded in dreams
nightmarish things, skin in seams(reciever)
they drain all the colors, enshrouded in rust
they turn frequency to static, turn stone into dust.
they represent a hatred for man and his sin
Valtiel sits above, the wheels spin within.
converging to a point, to rapure's own town
for the people are silent, no people are found


Turn my Head
all I see is red
All I seek I find
Its hopeless, I

The walls alive inside this room
the candles fade, the darkness looms
you cant get in, I cant get out
For this is the mother,
where the nightmares come about.(reciever)
Valtiel is the servent, no feature in face
he is but a messenger, for their gods embrace
all things beautiful, must come to an end
reborn, is that god.
and the Killer is dead

Turn my eyes, turn the stone
this world is sick, betwixt my own
the world is parrallel, conjoined at a town
the wheels spin within, ghosts dance around(reciever)
etched with numbers, souls that cannot drown
shifting through objects, unless candle abound

for this Town is silent, with so many secrets unfound.....