Enlightened by the aftermath of war A twisted perversion seared the hearts of slaves Branded in the image of their masters In the wake of The Great Deluge The kingdom lies in vast desolation Permeation of sickness and sorrow A travesty of man has now ensued To rid them of the burdens of their past The tribes were divided, scattered and thrown into disarray Then the Deities ascended the sky Leaving behind lost creations to sift through the lies With folly the wicked will inherit the earth Enslaving their brothers with ideals of rebirth No longer bound to the foot of the throne As demigods they conquer with their master's conviction Mere machines of desperate emulation With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice They are lost forever Bow down to the phantoms Bow down to the ghosts in the sky
Worshiping mortals as gods Seeking false truth to no end For the path of apotheosis Has slipped through the grips of man Illuminated by no obstruction of power And twisted delusions of lavish grandeur
They are now gods of man seeking out the weak And frail diluted bloodlines Cursed is the flesh fabricated by the eternal resonance of vile endeavors of man With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice They are lost forever The frailty of existence will be their demise Egotistical commandments hold sway to their lies Rely on the peasants who serve while programmed to be blind Making them gods of the masquerade Their screams for mercy will fall upon deaf ears Servants to the cause of The Great Deceiver Bow down to the phantoms Bow down to the ghosts in the sky Deception was their device to crush the weak Lost and bewildered, the verminous cretins Will glorify nothing on their kneesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
