| Lyrics: | A mind of its own, spawn out of fire
The demon becomes a God
A child, two-faced and
innocent
Transcending
Control, fragments of nothing
Enslaving, reversed
humane
Empires made out of nothing but air
Creation fails
Hungry he laughs at us
all
Sacred is noyhing no more
In the eyes of the dead, at the edge of the night
In
an oath of blood we are sacred
In the eyes of the dead, still nothing revealed
The wounds
they still bleed, and won't heal
Blood in the sands, slaves to the hunger
Heaven denies
them all
A god, a dome for its pleasures and lust
Possession
The falls prophets of
nothing
Promise but take it back
The one, the futile and venomous son
Will torture |
