Human

Monstrosity of all monstrosities shackles with him

The madness of the Spirit scrambles up

As if the flaming Swords of Truth

Were finishing their work of doom

Torn his Entrails in two.

Alegory of situations seems like panopticum

Of lost souls, lost people

Deep under the cover of disguise.

Thousands of truths, thousands of lies, thousands of masks

Angles like lightning through the night

Reveal, malform, cover.

What will be the end to all

Well immortality is just a dream

Will everything return to the Womb?

DAEMON: ...But Universum decided to defend us. Us Daemons, who dwelled the Earth since her rise. We ourselves hadn't powers enough anymore. So, She was sent.