In Astral Pains of Trance

<br>Regardless your efforts, everything changes<br>Time cycles yet never returns<br>Storms generate aeons while peace brings nothingness<br><br>War-force conception, the deity of destruction<br>Make humanity share the pain inflicted upon itself<br>Self-deluded dreamers disintegrate,<br>They drown in grimness, and with them, their dreams.<br><br>My roots may have driven their souls dry<br>But my branches had already touched the stars...<br>Mayhap your sterile mind and body ever get a hold of the truth<br>You depend on us for your existence<br>Time cycles yet never returns...<br><br>Hither am I<br>In Astral Plains of Trance<br>As untouchable to you as the stars above<br>Attempt against us, and confusion shall take over...<br>Aghast as you taste the claws of our wrath