The Domain of the Shapeless
Eternal is his domain like eternal is his existence,
Caught among dimensions for torment to the carnal world.
Wandering in the Kingdom of life with the aura of death
Exiled beings in the forgetfulness even being present.
They're so attached to a rotten world,
That never listened to the whisper of death,
Their revenge will never be extinguished,
They want you to accompany them in their solitary world.
Feel their cold presence that goes through your lungs... they cling to your soul.
Listen to their voices... they murmur your torture or omen your death.
Feel their cold presence that goes through your lungs... they cling to your soul.
Listen to their voices... they murmur your torture or omen your death.
Observe in the absolute darkness, their shapeless mortuary bodies…
They watch over you like the vultures to the moribund one, they want your life.
Come on!! Accompany you to a torture world, feel the panic and the impotence...
They observe you, wish you were next to them, you are their spiritual food,
because you are already soul without flesh...
you have not listened to the death, you are shapeless!!! Shapeless!!! Shapeless!!! Shapeless!!!
El Dominio de lo Informe
Eterno es su dominio como eterna es su existencia,
Atrapado entre dimensiones para atormentar al mundo carnal.
Vagando en el Reino de la vida con el aura de la muerte
Serés exiliados en el olvido aún estando presentes.
Están tan aferrados a un mundo podrido,
Que nunca escucharon el susurro de la muerte,
Su venganza nunca se extinguirá,
Quieren que los acompañes en su mundo solitario.
Siente su fría presencia que atraviesa tus pulmones... se aferran a tu alma.
Escucha sus voces... murmuran tu tortura o anuncian tu muerte.
Siente su fría presencia que atraviesa tus pulmones... se aferran a tu alma.
Escucha sus voces... murmuran tu tortura o anuncian tu muerte.
Observa en la oscuridad absoluta, sus cuerpos mortuorios informes...
Te vigilan como los buitres al moribundo, quieren tu vida.
¡¡Vamos!! Te acompañan a un mundo de tortura, siente el pánico y la impotencia...
Te observan, desean que estés junto a ellos, eres su alimento espiritual,
porque ya eres alma sin carne...
no has escuchado a la muerte, ¡eres informe! ¡Informe! ¡Informe! ¡Informe!