Floating in torment, suspended animation, captured in frontiers, u003d
between time and space.
Dimensions, stepping through barriers, toward the void, the dark u003d
forces increase.
Near my goal, from my calling, still resisting, still hoping.
Perceiving in a shower of black fog, a big bright vortex straight u003d
ahead my course.
Where Damians block my path, using my last drop of energy, I smash u003d
into the exit.
Destroying them and gaining entrance.
Revolution of time, passing the vortex, restores my soul, feeding, u003d
my power grows.
Of hate and desire, to destroy and receive, pain and pleasure u003d
within.
The lost domain of GANZIR, an ethereal plane, the world beyond of u003d
beyond.
Afterlife of Damians, war bound of demons.
MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL
MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL
The captor of inverse energy, the destructor of captive tortured u003d
souls.
Protected by emissaries of alien creatures, unknown to human race.
The wishes of every souls here came through, the gift of u003d
annihilation, confrontation, elimination.
And reborn of new unlife demonic forces, instead of their freedom.
Damians... Damians...
In the great battlefield of death, some of LEVIATHAN minions use u003d
portals to travel back to earth.
To get more food... more souls.
Here, they are draining life with malevolent crystals which feed u003d
LEVIATHAN.
And replaces the spiritu003dB9s energy with dark fumes, what did I wish u003d
I fly through the exit of this hell, emerging from the astral u003d
horror.
Reentering my body that was in my room, lying in a pool of blood.
I raise like a zombie from my bed, I am now an undead, a terrorizing u003d
terror of the living.
No, I want to live, revive.
I want to undo what Iu003dB9ve done!
Dead, dismal, rebel, warrior, sinister, hunger for life.
Unblessly taken to rotten crypts...

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