Gods descend as the martyr's weep A sustained territory where the children heap A lost soul is stumble upon blade by blade To reach the ancient altars of decay. Sacrificing an infant, hope us the rarity A fictional prophet grants prosperity Evasion from the truth, still weak minded fools A treaty of peace but they will conquer and rule Cluttered in a singular space Tempted to recreate humanity in this dystopian form of life Fathomless to all hope Eventually spotted by a wretched creatures sight Humans life is nearly endangered Close to death, contemplating what faith they would prefer The final act was already plotted to liquidate the ambassadors The wretched pounce from the upper atmosphere Bashing their walls, an altar is no more. you have been obscured, soon The smell of putrefaction leads the ungodly forces Unto you...no kneel before your masters Fate is truly a virtue when your life became outsourced Brainwashing your mind. Induced transcendence is only time You are programmed to kill, thrive, and steal That's in your will. Your gut tells you What you see, live or breathe That greed shall be the key to the Creation of the most questionable Where do humans commence when retunding our humanity recreationalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
