Kataklysm Mystical Plane Of Evil
(Chapter 2 - Enigma Of The Unknown) Floating in torment, suspended animation, captured in frontiers, = between time and space. Dimensions, stepping through barriers, toward the void, the dark = forces increase. Near my goal, from my calling, still resisting, still hoping. Perceiving in a shower of black fog, a big bright vortex straight = ahead my course. Where Damians block my path, using my last drop of energy, I smash = into the exit. Destroying them and gaining entrance. Revolution of time, passing the vortex, restores my soul, feeding, = my power grows. Of hate and desire, to destroy and receive, pain and pleasure = within. The lost domain of GANZIR, an ethereal plane, the world beyond of = beyond. Afterlife of Damians, war bound of demons. MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL The captor of inverse energy, the destructor of captive tortured = souls. Protected by emissaries of alien creatures, unknown to human race. The wishes of every souls here came through, the gift of = annihilation, confrontation, elimination. And reborn of new unlife demonic forces, instead of their freedom. Damians....Damians... In the great battlefield of death, some of LEVIATHAN minions use = portals to travel back to earth. To get more food....more souls. Here, they are draining life with malevolent crystals which feed = LEVIATHAN. And replaces the spirit=B9s energy with dark fumes, what did I wish = for? I fly through the exit of this hell, emerging from the astral = horror. Reentering my body that was in my room, lying in a pool of blood. I raise like a zombie from my bed, I am now an undead, a terrorizing = terror of the living. No, I want to live, revive. I want to undo what I=B9ve done! Dead, dismal, rebel, warrior, sinister, hunger for life. Unblessly taken to rotten crypts...