Left in emptiness,
barren...

Death Immortal...

Flames burn, in these sunken skull eyes,
and fireflies dance in their hollowed caves...

When you need to close your wounds...
I am here my friend...

Hiss,
crackle...

The title means- The Dead Glory.
Exmortis Gloria...

Digging my own grave,
bathed in the blood of hard memories...

D emonic appearence,
A cid that burns your eyes...

Bottled Bane...

Snappin back to reality,
my blood, my sweat 'n' tears...

A rising in my stomach,
heart beating, pounding...

On that night,
we foretold...