Mild Alcohol Poinsoning

Scrolling life after life, the man is corrupt and, together with his divine nature completely forgotten, has corrupted even the Earth itself. Mirror and punishment of a punishment from the Soul Soul itself, we find ourselves lost to an event horizon littered with confusion and stormy seas. From a view of Chaos and Order from which we were born together, we became corrupted by clouds of inexperience and laziness. And now, fallen angels in a land of the damned, here we are changed in appearance and thought. Now there's light Where there was darkness. Where there was

Order now there is chaos.

But like an ancient prophecy told by the blind prophet of cultures forgotten hour flight we see the Eagles of Victoria, high in the sky, fair and spirited them.

Free from the shackles of the past, gliding and defy the wrath of the false with the insolence of those who know they're right. Their wings cut the air, lash the conscience and scream to the world:

"Wake up, folks, that we we were fallen angels! Yet here we are, the higher the Paradise, a stronger god! Everything we do, you too can do it! "

choice after choice, s'incede bleeding to consciousness, or at least it opens a breach in the gray walls of the mind to allow sunlight to filter. We are like trees, but never live and never die, holding the branches to the sky, that wonderful light grooves that portray the poetry of the Soul ...

And once again, infected by the disease of liberty and soiled by the desire to live, the warriors who dared to take the call of the Eagles wield the sword of redemption against the guards that we were confined to the corners of the map, imprisoned false in a maze with no exit and trapped in the deception of time itself.

E 'then that silence becomes the guardian of our essence, in the dark while sharpening the blade of the sacred presence and searches on terror where the demons dwell. Ready for a challenge of unsustainable daring, we dove headlong into our dark, conscious of our immortal nature and a fiery spirit that screams from the highest peak in the world

"Meet your demons and send them to 'Hell! "

Accept the challenge, then, because there are more constructive. Not on this planet.

And after a lifetime spent chasing the impalpable, the darkness finally show his true face, to reveal your own face reflected in his.

move with boldness, warrior, because after all the blood lost along the struggles of a life, you can not understand that the essence of your enemy and accept it.

Only when the tears bathe your face, and only when there is someone at your side to dry ... only then the battle is over.

down your arms and face.

-Gabriel-Akuma