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[With this text I wanted to show what could possibly happen to a soul of Will and Craft after the so called: "death".The strange aura and the metaphores give a special taste to this song. For me this is a sublime part of a cosmic puzzle, a precursor outside the border.] Shapeless energy and emotions concentrated In which Consciousness and Will remained In which the man was long since perished What we call in human language: "soul" Ghosts melt in the Great Howl Light bleeds from the orbits Visions break-born in Fulfilment The Will of Higher Power manifests in Today I want nothing else (just become) from Soul to Daemon To let my Dream breathe at last (just become) from Soul to Daemon Request of an orphan child (just become) from Soul to Daemon Rain falls upon the face of mankind We are: Scream. Shades. Death. From an out-burnt soul... Turn to Daemon of the Animal In a scorching Drop everything blends, Which ached, Which weep was, Which was only mope disappointment... Which made me human at one time. From Letras Mania