istory Showing the failure of man Displaced are our emotions to be A failure, by our own hand
Look towards the heavens, towards the gods Look for an answer above Silence now floods your ears An Epitaph for all man
Breeding A spiraled Diseased Race
Destined for the grave, inherently Lusting for much more, religiously Never to be filled, with fulfillment Constant suffering, in the human mind
An Epitaph for the dead is carved into your flesh Self mutilated victim from the suffering within End the suffering of your life, see the colors fade Fall into the black abyss where you eternally... Sleep
This is the final answer The cure to all of your fears Face your god or face nothing That you will now see Carved within your dead flesh Your epitaph it now reads A god I now have become A god of lucid beingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
