New Scaring Senses

<br>Drowning in those waves of smoke <br>Which summits stand out like living roots <br>I feel them seizing me, wrapping me up, devouring me. <br><br>Here. They come, on and on, <br>like plants born of satanic seeds <br><br>Cultivated in the Pandemonium, <br>They`re going through the ground as if it did not exist, <br>Sprayed with innocent blood, <br>They proliferate in the void of subconscious. <br><br>As some of us are still resisting <br>Your strategy changes and liquefying, <br>You blend in with the red fluid, <br>Destroying our senses, creating new ones, unknown and <br>scaring, <br><br>Taking us further <br>On until we give in <br>The ranks of the ancients <br>Decrease while those of The novices swell <br>Perpetuating <br>The truest forbidden <br>Tradition in your name. <br><br>Blanche fum?e envo?tante, <br>Que nos id?es pourrissent par ton pouvoir intense <br>Combattue par la horde d?risoire des vengeurs de nos <br>?mes d?sincarn?es.