Pestilence Lyrics
Presence of the Dead Lyrics
The temple of the soul
Home of the spiritual source
Blessed with powers we unfold
Human magnetism, uncontrolled
Personal energy
The magic of nature
A presence of ourselves
we can not see
Personal energy
Consciousness, life towards
the essence of eternity
A domain of harmony
Captured past and future
A vision of reality
Divided structures,
the higher senses, polarity around all creatures,
Increasing possibilities of self-discovery,
Energetic thoughts creating electricity
