Overflowing with an absence of will And thus, I am defined It's no great marvel that lost men
Stood beneath skies torn by gaudy starlight
And shrank under the weight of the infinite That they gave that nothingness a name
And fell to their knees before its might to worship it
The tyrannical, uncaring personification of the void Burdened by freedom
They constructed their own prison and damned their descendents to eternal interment
And I am like them A coward before the vastness of nothingness Crippled by the mocking sting of guilt
Dragged down by the burning expanse of emptiness that weighs in us all
Consumed by it, I've watched meaning slowly tortured until it becomes meaningless in itself
A twisted relic from an incomprehensible past
The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here
Ours is the path of endless struggle The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of bitter rage The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of burning sorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
