Ectoplasm - Mortuary Drape

Here

In this fulcrum of convergent forces

Nothing moves, nothing seems to live in darkness

The four winds are now breathing with us

Spirit’s procession, begins from past

Again, body stars are falling

Again, spirit’s voices and shadows

In life, just illusion of peace

In death endless pleasure for being

Alive and dead

Ectoplasm the sky is your grave

In the vertical wind

The non material power

Double life desire

Fluidic body, in so dark the sky

Power of candle enlights them

There’s no way to understand their will

Just another night, to explode

In torment and pain

Ectoplasm horror life and death

Behind the judgement of scythe wait

The non material power

Double life desire

Trying to escape in all direction in vain

No one knows his obscure intention of pain

In a vertical fly in a terrible falling no door…

Finally his fluidic light can’t vanish, no more