we're born into dust we're born from our graves we give ourselves life yet in our blood we bathe
our duties are consequence our fears are instinct our efforts are irrelevant we're born extinct
depraved and blood thirsty huddled masses drink from their shared poisoned glasses
the smell of death the taste of fear the sound of your own cries rings in your ear
we forget that we're all slaves to the upward view from our graves
the black in the shadow is depthless your villain within is restless
which casts you into the night stripping you of your courage and your might though one must always go onward despite inundating fright
the task is yours to enact your salvation the choice is yours to rise to the occasion
to heed your calling to stand and take charge albeit appalling the fear is quite large
we can be here for a purpose the choice is yours alone to surround oneself with comfort or to explore the unknown
not knowing is possibly our only gift but dont expect to count what punishments it'll lift
deliver us from our undoing in every facet we live in sin our sentence is nigh for renewing our fate is known within
may wisdom bestow upon us the will to be victorious and may mercy be shown despite how little we'e grown
reformation is what awaits us reformation reformation
rid the feeling that inside youre hollow its reason is theres no one to follow rid the mystery of the elusive tomorrow its the sum of the lies we swallowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
