Through the ash-drained air and the remains of the cataclysm, passed blackened peeks and uncovered archaic caves, they stand alone. As guardians of their world. Godforsaken. The human residue. Ever believers, activists in passive spheres. Recovering nature's beauty, determined to overcome. Their numbers, slowly fading, as climates shift. Landscapes devoid of life, a million miles of scorched Earth. The dream has been rejected, giving in to primal needs. The wrath of humanity. Cold winds and deafening silence. Welcome to a place called home. Wastelands corrupted by despair, fear and lost hope. Genetic devolution: reverse the chain of being. Basic instincts subjugate, transforming shapes to survive. Man, the alpha predator, protector of the world: an arrogant creature, paying the price. Improved sense of smell and massive hairgrowth, return to bestial form. Back to the basic concept: fuck, kill & destroy. One by one, falling in the arms of agony. The downward spiral, no own identity. Here on the verge of judgement day's dawn, man (1.0) stands before the threshold of life. Mindless hordes; once shepherds, proud and strong. Now but an idiot swarm, forsaken by the gods. Yet from the deepest caves, survivers rise. The outcasts, still intact. Evaders of the plague, storming through the ashes. Changing their destiny. Escaping from a world they could not save. Believers... Pride will always come before the fall. Now traveling upwards, to meet us once again. And so another chain reaction will come to exist...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
