Even at the furthest end Of the universe that surrounds us One is the law And the word becomes flesh
He who steal the chants of gods May acquire the power To become a god man The master of creation
Stand on bewitched grounds Reach out and touch the spirit See through your shadow Let your mind be a tool to arise
But beware, as the path of creator The ability to form matter out of nowhere Can be your last demise As the song of the people speaks
Advancement and progression Is mankind’s greatest threat
Who creates impossible Who’s playing a god Who embrace the god within himself Will bring down the dead snow
Even at the furthest end There’s no place you could hide Dead snow will come down to erase Everything that makes you yourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
