Still I must live on
And create my own reality.
Though my body is dying,
My spirit is timeless,
It'll regenerate my power after my death
And place itself in a new armour
But before that,
It'll fly through endless dimensions and worlds
Searching for his new body.
Spectre will wander in time
Before my next implementation is born.
With every my death
My Spectre accumulates supreme power,
Someday it won't need body anymore,
And will create it's own dimension to rest there.
The spectre of demise
© Copyright: Varg, 2003
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