Mantus - Agramonic Catalepsy

Now the unconscious dream
It has made prey of the blood
Infinity of visions without sense
They stalk the sleeping subconscious

It is still some will
Inside the depressed cranial
There are not movements and expressions
Only the agony inside

It is reached to see the reflection
Slept in their morbid fullness
The terrible desperation arrives
An internal aura full with fear

Sleeping and wrapped up to the hole
Gets ready the glamorous courting
While a misplaced soul
Wanders unconsciously remote

The black awake, deadly in their virtue
The agony comes closer when it returns
it will be better the powerful energy
Return to the mother's breast

Invaded of abstract reflections.
The time passes and the dream ends up
I only pray to Agramon:
It is better to die that wake up buried