Pouring souls, meandering between rivers
Branches of streams that's so black,pierced though the colors of the desaturated.
Taking the bloody colors of the soil as they flow
Worshipping the bloody shrines of sin
Flowing to the altars of dead
Bright full moos enlightened the remains of humans
Dried blood redden
Immortal spells calling the messenger of the remitted
Stating,chanting.
Stirring the forms of souls that is deranged by the whirlwind.
Along with the river, gathered at place
Flows of disorder, conformed spells
Blowing your ears as they roar
