/We’re the masters of it all The gods will tremble underneath We’re the rulers of it all/
Stab with glee The cosmic heart We sought the divine And found it AWOL
We’ve nothing to live for or be for or care The madness at root Has taken it’s toll We’ve nothing to fight for Save death to ensnare The stars shall grow cold By our hand alone
No more shall the dance of the stars unfold What god may have been Is no longer home The hologram fades As decay takes hold
/We’re the masters of it all
The gods will tremble underneath
We’re the masters of it all/ Stab with glee The cosmic heart We sought the divine And found it AWOL
We’ve nothing to live for or be for or care The madness at root Has taken it’s toll We’ve nothing to fight for Save death to ensnare The stars shall grow cold By our hand alone No more shall the dance of the stars unfold What god may have been Is no longer home The hologram fades As decay takes hold
//////Entropy takes it´s hold We are growing cold//////
We sought the divine And found it AWOL
We’ve nothing to live for or be for or care The madness at root Has taken it’s toll We’ve nothing to fight for Save death to ensnare The stars shall grow cold
By our hand alone
No more shall the dance of the stars unfold What god may have been Is no longer home The hologram fades As decay takes holdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
