The waters of life have carved chasms of my soul And fires of the furnace of conciousness Have scorched the tendrils of humanity numb
Earth has buried and coveted my bones For the claim of oblivion Such winds of creation have merely Weathered all else to motes of dust I relish the form of it all And bask in its disparity Acrescendo of lament Over ages but spent Cultivating loathesom rancour An abhorrence of reality
When mortals gaze upon the scene And see tragedy I find catharsis in release from this mortal coil I see the frailty in their eyes As they comprehend the end I take great pleasure in the sound Of their hopeless cries
I witness the hapless humans in their infancy So self assured of their delusional supremacy Now abandoned upon their knees neath the holy see Genuflecting to their worthless, fictional deity
When evil prevails And the light of the dying sun fades away And in your despair so sweet and palpable Fire shall rage and consume their wretched temples again And in your despair as your prayers go unanswered againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
