Naught, these ways, the union of time and space Divided by hatred, the truth awaits the exhumation Enveloped in a cycle of injustice against the prospect of balance restored No longer - your facade has weakened to frailty
Wrath of the blight Reflecting upon decay With glazen eyes Trained upon oblivion
Only one to blame Unified in this self-inflicted trauma So utterly pathetic Yet tragic beyond our faculties
Must our flesh and blood merge as one? Must our voices be cut from our throats? Must we lose all that makes us real? Must we die to see paradise?
No, it cannot wait This revelation of iniquity Grieve us And grieve for yourself
Distraught among the wreckage and putrescence is you Our impulse, your pleasure, the bridle and bit But how can its beauty still devour our will? When all that we live for is our fucking freedom
Captive Depraved Shrieking Maimed
The soul, this vessel Rots away, dies across your blood-scrawled tome
Ingrained, latent apathy Still suckling at marrow to fill your needs
Mutilation and paradox Reduced to suffer
For your pleasure At your leisure
Must our flesh and blood merge as one? Must our voices be cut from our throats? Must we lose all that makes us real? Must we die to see paradise?
Wrath of the blight Reflecting upon decay With glazen eyes Trained upon oblivion
Lauda in finem Praise the end Lauda in finem The great scourgeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
