Fabrications were all you've ever known Your greatest weapon is the truth Truth is evil though we never could avail to let it go They are the artisans of disbelief, an army of masters of minds of men behind them Making us think we're in control when really greed manipulates them.
But it's nearly our time Take all that pain inside Do with it what you will Let burning rage consume
Now it's merely but a matter of the wait when the time leads us to strike When the bells ring out to tell the night has come again, with all of it's darkness For an untold sum of years we subversed below But now we're coming back Take this world away from man Return Gaia, to it's rightful hands
Gather my minions of disease Your swamp green insect eyes that stare at me with teeth displayed I promised all of you that one day we would all be free and in an hour I would be believed. Remember that name that they gave to your mothers and fathers generations ago Never let them tell you who you are or what you're worth, but show them that they too can bleed
But it's nearly our time Take all that pain inside Do with it what you will Let burning rage consume
For an untold sum of years we subversed to their will as they build around the bodies of ones we loved No decency to speak of, nothing but want Now and forever let us know their tedium is a prison for their hearts Envy not them, pity not us
Pity not us
Their picture of a perfect beauty frayed and etched to scar In a place where nothing pure ends up and sealed away from every ray of sun Alien to all the trogs that I have met and know is something darker Much darker than anything imaginable
Now it's merely but a matter of the wait when the time leads us to strike When the bells ring out to tell the night has come again, with all of it's darkness For an untold sum of years we subversed below But now we're coming back Take this world away from man Return Gaia, to it's rightful handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
