What's Your Universe Built Upon — Rossomahaar

"We're Born Alone And We Must Face Death Alone

Everyone must die Whether in pain or at peace

Destruction and demise What a charming view Sufeer your salvation Enjoy my scornful pain

Take a look at these haunted horizons Enflamed, enraged, disgusting In their beauty

Aren't you fascinated? Scared to death almost dead Though fascinated Withering yet in hope

The prophecy had not been fulfilled The spell had no been cast It's only life which suddenly ceased To exit finally and at last

The mushroom clouds we avoked Sunset's and sundown's play with colors Of tremendous origin The plague we brought onto ourselves

Engarved into a sullen sleep For a thousand of ages To awake and dream of a better living To cease and be avaken

"Everyone must die Whether in pain or at peace We made our choice Our peace your pain

Our beloved microcosm Your hatred universe