Into the Void - Convulse

The flag of the evil empire shelters your dream

Something is grinding in a dark room, called up by yourself

Traces so fresh locked in denial, disturbed in a stain

Evil keeps searching and minding what’s hidden inside

Into the void — where we’ll terminated

Alarming nothingness of warfare, waving his flag

Subconscious black moon is rising, decaying mind

Slowly we have fared too far, all too far

Evil keeps searching and finding what is burned inside

Into the void — where we’ll terminated