Toward a Distant Moon

An unsetting sound
A new language
Undefined, confused
Hypnotic redounds
5 years alone
In a cryogenic throne
Toward a distant moon
Remote, unknown

The ultimate strife of humanity
The ultimate struggle to redefine hystory

The last journey begins
From the A.S. mori
A cold shiver runs through the skin
Marking the last page of a diary
A straight flight in the arms
Of a lurking madness
In the gloomy outer-space
Where you can’t leave any trace

Mumbling senseless words
Monomania’s crescendo
Frantic dreams of insanity
Grotesquely spawn
The definitive nightmare of all
Ghastly screams
Unwholesome breath
Forestaste of interstellar death

Communications slowly fades away
With a space capsule’s last mayday
From the A.S. mori
No one shall reach the glory

From the A.S. mori
No one shall reach the glory