In distant I Of movement still The trail of absence Infected will
Of blood thirst rise No other strive A lying tongue Of vision deprived
Now another day It's just like before We slaughter mornings epilogue
Crucified by another remission Since the victim never lie We're lead by a dead vision On a bleeding earth
The father and all children Of a vision turned to rust Will reach back for one second Hesitation, fragile lust
"the earth in its entirety, drenched in blood is nothing but a vast altar on which every living being must die until all is devoured, until the wicked is rid, until death itself is dead, on our, our bleeding earth"
Crucified by another remission Since the victim never lie We're lead by a dead vision On a bleeding earth
8. We Are Not To Be Of This World
Indivisible patterns meld Chaotic, neurotic The purity that was found Now poisoned
Our legacy, once rare and prodigious Now collapsed and deteriorated We are our own demise Once more, the delight ruins us Disgust holds no limits The thoughts and ideas dwell Within us all to gather the Tenebrous words used for dismissal Feeble, and destroy
Through screams of perversion The discovery of oneself My chthonic mind, everlasting In self preservation lies
The soul of our thoughts Our meld, our legacy We are not of this world We are not to be of this world
Through screams of perversion The discovery of oneself My chthonic mind, everlasting In self preservation lies
Indivisible patterns meld Chaotic, neurotic Smoldering masses questions our ways Archaic, kineticTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
