Mould In A Breed (Chapter I: Bestial Propagation)

Beneath the dark earth
Under the black seas
Underworld reign in ground below!
In a promised realm lies a race?
Gargoyle beiings roam within
The fertile Valley of... Existence.

Their colonizing approach assault the sources
The Valley torn by the masterful beasts!
The wilderness life potential retrieved from their vitality.

For aeons... The Force had been drained
Misused selfishness of the center's resources!
Mightiest thoughts? ... Wish an ultimate control.

They developed this new energy
That occurs to be a malformation
Among them spreads... The winged gargoyles.

I know power... One of them said!
"i vest-tas..."
He speaks for its kind
The unawaken part of the race
Followed the winged ones...
Downward their disastered fear...

The Valley has been marked with death, in Its Existence
The foul stench of steel, rusted the nature's life...
Rhe Domain's virtues loosing Their colours, fading from fear...
Their fungus sets in the Valley of purity
By bruising the clouds above... Deep below the world!
Underearth!

A hopeless mass obscured by thousands shadows
Crushed by the ruling winged masters
They... Who simultaneously banish themselves!
To raze their everlasting Underworld...

The Essence oft the Existence wasted to immortal destruction
The Exploitation oft the infinite well ofn resources?
... Dying, but closing Itself upon the gargoyles
Over Earthworld!
The claim of the Valley... The claim? Life
Death! Death! Death! Dead.

You'll stay like a being
You'll suffer among yourselves
With your new replenished energy!
Reversed effect on my soul
Your bright plunged world of doom!
... Doom!
... Gargoyles falling winged ones, flying for the clouds
Above... Below, smash retreat deep in their well of ills
... Gargoyles lying small ones, dying on the ground
Below... Rise, above the clouds, the Valley feels...