So long we fed on the illusion of being something A part of the divine plot, a heavenly plan The blind rewriting the Book of Job Written in blood, their toll to the faceless God
A walk on broken ankles, carrying our yoke in vain An attempt to run from the void, in fear of fading away
A journey from nowhere to nothing, from deathbed to acheron Souls raised for the maw of Hades, born as one to fall as none What bitter irony to see that triumph holds so much deceit In the end all hands are empty, when a final breath brings relief
Why does it mean so much to us to leave a monument in this world of dust To remain as another scar burnt into the rotten soil of this Eden for the lost
What will remain but a name to be forgotten Another dead body on Charon's ship All triump disintegrates into ashes As shades of existence drown in the depths of styx
As wanderers lost in the vortex of chaos We're fleeing from the iron grip of Thanatos But with every dying second passing We pull ourselves deeper into oblivion
Into the endless silence Into merciless emptiness.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
