(V.E.G.A.) - Marchin' Off...

Silence comes quivering in a torrid heat... Beasts march off walking slowly on a path of unconsciousness and the heart slacks down its beating to heed that whistle in the air, as all fades away... Dramatic tone... return to hell... a tale of impassible cold... where the city remains a distant memory, they remain a memory, the infinite dance... passions, and the body dispelled among stars... in the notes of the past... And here are the beasts again, on the way back home coming out of nowhere... always existed in their shapes... in their pain...