Pestilence - Presence Of The Dead Lyrics
The temple of the soulHome of the spiritual sourceBlessed with powers we unfoldHuman magnetism, uncontrolledPersonal energyThe magic of natureA presence of ourselveswe can not seePersonal energyConsciousness, life towardsthe essence of eternityA domain of harmonyCaptured past and futureA vision of realityDivided structures,the higher senses, polarity around all creatures,Increasing possibilities of self-discovery,Energetic thoughts creating electricity