VIII Echoes - Masakari

follow one another in an endless procession of nothingness

Darkness, without end

Power is in the hands that feed,

for existence is conditioned by echoes

A reprise of commands that turn upside down again and again

The hourglass of our subsistence

For our own thoughts, our enemies will be found and war will be waged

No gods no rules no judgments just the ones you accept or create.