Come forth, pass the gate beyond the beating heart Witness the void we should all be giving in In the glory of the despotic king
Hear now how the world begins to sing These are the end times of the thoughtful mind Kneel down before the light for thee may Never stand up Or attempt to resist
Son of the morning, face for the unjust Demise of everything thee blindly trust Reclaim thy will, regain thy sight For he shall bring no light
Thus fade the vast seas of shallow values
Son of the morning, face for the unjust Demise of everything thee blindly trust There's the rise, there's the fall Nothing more, that is all
Conflicts exist to change the order To rotate the stones of the absolute Thy faith reflects nothing but a stain On the surface of a feeble convention In a world where all souls are blessed By an equal amount of pain and deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.