The chapel spire reluctant to fade stands against the fall of the sun Built on the ashes of the dawn of man rising erect on the worlds funeral The earth all around drenched and blackened by blood Turning the planet into a graveyard Its angelic halo consumed by the dark for it’s not but a glow of embers so bright It will all fade away with the coming of night!
And the weeping and moaning of them “saved” by the light is carried by bitter winds into dusk (A wind) of sighs and regrets, of inhibitions and sins; tearing and vicious as it howls with scorn To all who has wilfully stood in its way: disciples to a burden of penance and shame When the ground underneath them is taken away they sway to the chant of these merciless winds …their true burden is not knowing what they are at all!
Thralls!
Scarcely hidden stories, behind - many names and masks A murmur of prayers - to - man’s fucking fairy tales Creation and life twisted - to preferences and creeds For with all of the masks and faces of gods The suns rises and sets To the fleeting glazed views of men
Thralls!
Altars and pedestals built on - on loneliness and defeat Grow on a heaving soil of – of humans clawing at their feet Holding up icons representing their utter decay Obscene vanity and fucking greed on display
Shame rings inside the hearts of man... …Overlooking from the throne of a god among insects
And held high in the midst of it all, the maze of Deception Teeming and endless corridors flaunt the echoed moans The labyrinth of mirrors, whose walls reflect (all) sorrows and fears Entrapping every victim, the promised land revealed!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
