Graveflower - White Noise

"The White Noise" does not come without the invitation. "The White Noise" hates alarms, having troubled it is die. "The White Noise" is a congestion of cursed souls. It's commemoration of a gloom, of a cold, of a hell. Five years ago I have raped the girl And now nightmares come to me at night, every night. I'm disturbed with these bloody histories. These ideas devour my mind. I hear awful sounds and calls for help. Awful calls, bewitching squeals, infernal cries. "The White Noise" pressed on my breast, approaches me to death. It's time for curse, for bloody revenge, for great pain. Getting under nails, Skinning my body, Tears off meat. Dead cursed boy's silent scream is killing me slowly. The invisible shadows are fleshing behind me, light up and dissapear... I am suprised with mysterious phenomenon... Going through branches of trees, Swallowing only a black fog, feeling a rotten swell of the hell. Sounds cut my eyes. No! Rods pull me away! In a gloom, in a cold, in a hell! My destiny is solved... "The White Noise" is powerfull!...