Lost Chapter E.: Sutratma - Sacral Rage

Escaping the mind cells

Merging the time and travel to places unknown

What the future holds?

Rituals unlocking paths

The paths that (are) leading to the gates

The gates that (are) leading to the future

Transport in time

Our souls elude this world

Rituals, as god commands

Never-ending fear grows for the unknown

Everlasting obsession to seek from (the) past

Holy priests with a divine task

They must escape their flesh

They must protect their god

The god commands

They must ensure his grace

But his fortune seems black

As the mist fades away

Our god will die

This is what future holds

We must trick death

Prepare the pagan spell