Track 7.

She is risen above the highest form of life, tattered and torn, awaken the northern wind to sleep nevermore, reign blasphemy in the sky's arms, a wound to shatter
sanity in effortless sins. Secrets spread your opening plague when your ghosts extract this fear. Their always invisible to naked eyes as too much sorrow will shed her tears. Amidst the horror, my destiny awaits to arise within the chambers of your soul. You're mourning upon the frozen mist as her flowers wilt forever in the cold. SPECTRAL!!!! These dreams have now released this mortal decay echoing thru the infinite sands of time. Dispersed from ambrosial rest, your destiny awaits
submerged in darkness only to forever strive. Chaos annihilation. Fear insubordination. There is no concentration. Technical hesitation. Immortal devastation. This is my destination. A solace aberration living in desperation. This flawless frustration. Remedies of temptation. The perfect creation, another imitation. Spreading levitation to execute the revelation. Wither determination with no anticipation. Give me your sensation. Behold the preparation. Initalize the
motivation to face the isolation. The gift of fascination bleeds my procrastination. To bless this suffocation, rise above my elation.