Obstructing light with a blanket of darkness As our new god blots out the sun The wilted husks of human flesh will only bask in sorrow
At the point of divergence There are those who wish to see The integration of mind and machine Digital neural blasphemy Gluttonous tendencies, a dispute between capabilities And moral philosophies creates a rift in society
We can see it, We can hear it The storm of their siege paints the streets Bloody ruins enshrined Split by the wrath of the ancient one that we've awakened
We can feel it, We can taste it Humanity confined Before we face the crimson flood Watch their bodies gush with the life that flows through their veins
Coexistence violated unprovoked hostility If we are to survive then we must deprive the wicked of their lives Sickly in appearance Vapid eyes, bereft of mind To outlive these fiends we must abandon our humanity
We're at the point of crisis There are those who choose to flee and those who fight to save the meek Incurring casualties amidst the pandemonium We must face the possibility That if we fall we shall see the collapse of society
(Solo by M. Low)
I can see it, I can hear it The storm of their siege paints the streets Bloody ruins enshrined Split by the wrath of the ancient one that we've awakened
I can feel it, I can taste it Humanity confined Before I face the crimson flood See their bodies gush with the life that flows through their veins
Descending from the sky This winged colossus bestows the seeds of malevolence As if it were placed upon the earth itself To shatter our illusions of deliverance
(Solo M. Pugh)
Clutching the carcasses of our deceased Spider-like droplets creep from its wrist I watch in mesmeric horror as they crawl inside Causing the lifeless to writhe
What faith remained for humankind fled from me hastily
A grim revelation takes root As twisted bone and flesh become a hideous new being A graveborn soulless entity devoid of empathy This incarnation was the first of many Awakened to prey upon a dwindling populace
Obstructing light with a blanket of darkness As our new god blots out the sun The wilted husks of human flesh can only bask in sorrow
At the point of no return There are those who have perished only to rise diabolically As living heirs of catastrophe A grim revelation takes root We are being harvested In death we will carry out the deeds Of a new unhallowed dynastyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
