Past deeds linger in the astral Darkness Through the tunnel connecting Luna to earth Woe unto me, for there is an old incarnation present here Compelled to remain somewhere inbetween - and - Seven hells that are mine. Where past and present melt to one The price of murder paid through ages and ages ...in this fusion of life and death The gathered decay of past lives... Somehow present in the very moment Has darkened my inner sight. And the self transforms into an open grave Cuts that go deeper than flesh Pitch-black blood flowing forth from a re-opened wound Perpetuated in a flood of waters unreal I can not breathe in thee, incarnated human... Slave to the temptations of the lower mind That is the key that has brought upon me this dead mind-ghost And he was me... Breathing through shells of perdition This life I now live, is rather a lack of living: It is a continous dying, if with You I do not make my living Listen, my God, to what I say: I do not want this life of mine: For I die because I do not die. San Juan DE LA Cruz: not living in myself I live, line 11-17. I can not breathe in thee, incarnated human... The bleak presence of an old murder... remains a key of torture The irony of Osiris, turning Samsaras wheel to my disfortune Why, why was a spirit this old incarnated, Along such a depraved personality?