Reapers guard these wastelands. Energy is dead
Endless fuss behind. Signs are placed around
The road leads to the arms of death
Road leads
Arms of death
Come here
Spill your blood
Expectation. The plague of parallel worlds is transparent
Nonexistence. Field of deadly traps. Inevitability
Victims fall into these pits. Don't turn this way
Funnels such as magnetic zones suck souls
Expectation. The plague of parallel worlds is transparent
Nonexistence. Field of deadly traps. Inevitability
Your way to nowhere has begun now
Tempest grinds your rotten bones