Lies, deceitful words of impatience Futile words of evasion
The gods that have once spoken to me Have abandoned me to my pre-destined state A state in which there are no words, is no language Only the language of the endless suffering
Suffering that brings me to appreciate my new found existence One that spawns forth a new being A being in which there is no appreciation for his fellow man to see Hatred and remorse unto those who have punished me Punishment to cold to see I don't see, I don't see One that I have once created Forced to change, I don't need
The path of abomination of all things
For I am now a seed, that will one day set forth a new race One that will cleanse my soul Anticipation of the weak-minded fools
One that my once beloved gods will not recognize
Race which feeds off the suffering As the mortals cry out their new found god
The race grows strong Until the day The day of judgement
The race grows strong Until the day Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
