Raining cinders, patterns of ash; the waste decays us all. Past and gone withers, wanes. From the fallen rise. Raining cinders form a pattern now; waste decayed upon this earth. Past and gone, it will wither wane; from the former fallen rises one. Gaze across the graves unbound and rising smoke that day, there was spoke a solemn truth, we shall not forget. Gaze across all these graves unbound; Rising smoke where upon that day, there was spoke to us a solemn truth, that we shall not forget Nature of a man to disregard the lesson learned, and reprise. Tread the beaten path of all our past mistakes. Whisper truth, and only just to trust the lies. Always searching, killing, as we are in razing this place for a fortified position of some supposed truth. Everything we ever do is from this a terminal fault. Heeding these whispers of antiquity as they resonate. Bring the flames, our rebirth, let the ashes fall. Bring the flames and our rebirth. Melt the former down. Read a writing scored in the bones, heard it crackle from the embers. Severed faces, which have been drained of what once had made them men. Dead eyes there only stare blank, to the one who rises up. Always searching, killing, as we are in razing this place for a fortified position of some supposed truth. Everything we ever do is from this a terminal fault. Heeding these whispers of antiquity as they resonate. Bring the flames, our rebirth, let the ashes fall. Bring the flames and our rebirth. Melt the former down.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
