Go on, deny the gods. Move on against the odds. The prophecy foretold our apocalyptic nature to believe we’ve lost a cause – this unbearable waste, the catalyst for our extinction. Embrace the night. They say the grass is greener on the other side. Decay and withering. Disrupted long-corrupted manmade throne. Our destiny unfolds. May I remind you, we are not alone. Her memory erodes by the grasp through the deadly undertow. Embrace the night. Our will is broken. Tell us why we’re still alive. Decay and suffering, our future holds when she reclaims her throne. And she will. Go on, deny the gods. Move on against the odds.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
