From the gloving fragments of what remains, The soul shall rise from amongst the flames, From smouldering ruins the power grows, Feel the pulse of fear
No escape, there is no way out, Of this constructed existence, A created image of untrue conception, You cannot find the real you. Manipulated a hyped
Mortified by the lack of conscience, Our sanctity bears no relevance. Insignificance is our existence, Hear the litany of life's persistance. Our pleas
As the sky turns black, And the earth sleeps in peace, Roaming the clouds, In search of a sacred place. Spirits soar higher to a land where they are king
Mortified by the lack of conscience, Our sanctity bears no relevance. Insignificance is our existence, Hear the litany of life's persistence. Our pleas
