Behind the bloody gears, lies the mechanism of decay, moving the wheels of misery, tying the rope around their fragile necks. They dug their own graves, prematu- re burial of this creation. The fake face of empathy, for- tune takes its choice, the new era should begin. Order fi- nally lies in our hands, the blood of the weak has spread on the ground. We will create a new being that will su rrender to our volition until they become like the crevi- ces in our hands. Not even the spirit of the most warlike king could keep his throne standing up. The error of creation has been torn apart from the tree of life. I have recovered destiny, shattering their throats, taking breath away from the last one of them that remained groaning, even the deceased have thanked perishing before our arrival. Gambling with their faith to be saved by their lord, the decline of all human form is here, just below, surrounded by dust. We were just hidden witnesses, of a degradation of life. Human remains will rise with us to give an answer to our miscalculations, time will reveal a new race, melting away the past of this unholy creatures. Coming back home, we'll be touched by the memory of of the fall o our sons, the void will be superseded with the birth of a new race.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
