It is not in hatred I place this knife upon your chest From the open wounds I conceived a new world For a time it all made sense, if even for a split second For a time it all made sense, if even for a split second
My dream is my will And my will is to power I will craft life itself In my own image
From the carcasses of deities We will build new temples And foresee our futures From the intestines of their prophets
I am the free will of man The scattered pieces Of a broken mirror Reflecting thousands of glaring eyes
Beholding one another In malign intent A myriad of horrors Lurking beneath the crackling surface
And what is there to hold back now The Devils that crawl within our flesh Like molten lava bursting through The hissing lacerations upon the earth
Flocks of locust that spread forth As the harbingers of the days to come Torrents of machine gun fire Amassed artillery and splitting atoms
We tried to murder the divine in man And to usurp his throne We encrowned the lowest in us all As if reduced to our instinctual passions
Making love to our promethean flame We came to ignore its origin The archetypal conduit to the Empyrean Which ennobles and elevates us
Through each shattered vision Is reflected man, pathology and beast The worms that slither through our guts And the hatred that scalds our souls
Unshackled from the concept of morality Disjoined from that which exalts us We are gods trapped inside beasts We are gods trapped inside beasts
It is not in hatred I sink this knife deep into your heart More so in arrogant despair One day it will all make sense, if even for a split second One day it will all make sense, if even for a split secondTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
