Go! Waken that which dwells beneath the conscious mind Lying silent ever waiting, but it's the time Infinite possibilities await thee, demigod And soon you'll understand thy purpose will be one of wrath Now that you comprehend what can exist within the earth Tumults of resentment are bursting forth at others' lack of worth
A scathing hated of all that is wasted by something that can never quite comprehend A need to take control and do what must be done Semi-divine Orchestrators of End
As consciousness transcends in ways that never prior could be known We idly wait for our seeds of hate to grow
What we need will be ours for the taking Not every life is worth saving They will learn to accept it in time The sweet taste of death to them will be divine
With blood on our hands, We welcome you to the new age
Watch as our seedlings grow Change irreversible Wait ‘til their souls are sold Hate they will surely know
Gaze through their nascent eyes Sick as they realize Knowing what must be done A new world ‘neath the sun
A scathing hated of all that is wasted by something that can never quite comprehend A need to take control and do what must be done Semi-divine Orchestrators of EndTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
