Rites of rumination, echoes of prayers spoken in feverish contrition Means of self-destruction, poison and filth will be the Word, scratching the scabs of adoration What difference does it make if the bullet is the guide? Let the shepherd slaughter our ways What difference will it make if all reason fails our time, as long as faith and truth prevails? Let them wear their pride as a crown
Rock to clay, the titan fails, the giant falls Asleep, ashamed, blind to all but to his past
Build your halls, impress your enemies, repress the meek Raise a monument of shame, raise a monument of grandeur Build another wall, make it high, lock yourselves out Our time is passed, yours will be too
Rock to clay, the jotun dies, the golem stumbles Afraid, numb, deaf to all but to his sins
Acts of condemnation, a thousand years’ worth of lies Erase, replace for another thousand years Deeds of desperation, when history repeats itself All our books reduced to one word
Pray, another dawn is coming, invite another god to rule in the temple Prey, another dusk nears, another pointless victory, until time makes it even
What difference does it make if the weapon is the lie? If your blades speak a truth of their own? What difference does it make if humanity is a vision of the past? What difference does it make?
Rock to clay, the titan fails, the giant falls Asleep, ashamed, blind to all but to his past Ash to flames, the phoenix rises Turn of the tide, again, againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
