Aneuthanasia

In the mist of the messes

A new breed was born

Like a soldier in blood

Nowhere to run

... loud

The lost soul

Another standing proud

Breed!

Beyond the

Creation failed

A new take to humans

Breeding on your very hands

Guts made with skin

... made of bones

It made him proud

Removing the clouds

Destend strive to blink with their eyes

Protected to grow under the skin

Without any colors to ruin its face

To conquer and win with all its grace

You know when he comes

His voice will be loud

Laughter for some

. Music ...

Beyond the demons

The creation of time

A new type of human

No need to wander

No need to explain

A new ... to life