Bless them, those horrors set a chill inside Death line marks a rush ahead The gaze backwards claims the freedom Sway onwards, can't unfold my i Fear to be scared can evolves in a lie The mass hides Primary instincts reveal a new cusp Rejoice the blind god that word writes And ride across the swarm, A shameful moral hole Primary instincts are virtuous darts They have the keys of life and death Remain intact for those who face truth Frail being struggling out exist Darkness... Anxiety and fear rise The wrenching love... Renews desires and voids Unknown... Awes the agressions around The lingering sigh... Discipline of the growth control Look me, learn me, concludes the fire Those horrors make me strong