Take a trip with me, to endless insanity

where no souls could live. Where no

soule could rest the echoes of tormenti-

on, rips so psychic wounds into your

mind. The longer we go, feeling the anaestesia of

your soul, rise above the seas, the seas of

torment. (Chorus:) A creation of abnormal

souls an evil place that grows the dark-

ness of the abyss knows a creation of thee.

beyond the unknown life? Now take a trip

with me to a world of insanity where no

souls could live. Where no souls could

rest the echoes of tormention. Rips so

psychic wounds into your mind. The lon-

ger we go. (repeat chorus) Go... Ia