All our gods have fled
Retreated to the skies
From there they watch us fall
Beneath unyielding scythe
A cold and callous blade
Indifference, swathed in blood
Ageless, unafraid
As fools, our end has come
Ignoring signs
We believed that we were blameless
Then the harm could not be undone
We hang ourselves from any rope put here to save us
And seal our fate... together
To die... as one
Across the breadth of our existence
A single moment to be snuffed out
Shared blood that flows
Sins unrepented
No inclination to see the sword that’s crashing down
Last burning breath filled with death and desire
Our boundless pride becomes a funeral pyre
The end remains, the only god we can’t deny
All still believing... the lie of survival
Daugumos buvimas cia bergzdzias reikalas. Mano buvimas cia bergzdzias reikalas. Apatija valdo. Boring side of the street. Kaip karavanas karnavalas ir tempiames is dienos per diena...
Edzka Einarai, ar dar Eva mane priimsit i savo gretas (moraliskai) ar patalpinsit i uzmarsti (kaip Gruto parka)? Kaip visi mane nori kuo toliau patalpinti.
Ups.. Wrong paskyra. Satanistams FYI: geras nemetalo albumas 666 aphrodites child. Geri john zorn avantgarde albumai. Vienas ju IAO: Music in Sacred Light, which is inspired by Aleister Crowley and the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.