Unconscious that slept deeply inside
Already forsaked forgiveness away.
Each fragments of hate i varied
Force the dark of mind to evisceration.

Icons of dream that ever emerge
Reveal ecstasy to every souls
Reversing of their function
Will replace all pleasures.
Icons of ruin will appear.

When perfection become to blemishing.
A day when real origin be known
That you are not the one as you are.
Then everything will collapse before your eyes.
That your dream not ecstasy as it be.
Then the end concentrate by torment

It beyond nightmare. agony they transmit.
Unconscious erupt to reality.
Turbulency prey all goodness.
The death overcome around .
When your dream become to nightmare.
When your dream become to nightmare.
Nightmare