מילים לשיר Presence Of The Dead – Pestilence

The temple of the soul
Home of the spiritual source
Blessed with powers we unfold
Human magnetism, uncontrolled Personal energy
The magic of nature
A presence of ourselves
we can not see Personal energy
Consciousness, life towards
the essence of eternity A domain of harmony
Captured past and future
A vision of reality
Divided structures,
the higher senses, polarity around all creatures,
Increasing possibilities of selfEnergetic thoughts creating electricity.