Lletres: Undying. At History's End. Age Of Grace.
Born and enslaved to this modern age
Where blood stains each step of this path we have paved
And what price our reign? At what cost their fate?
In this night unending when dawn comes too late
For each life that's stolen and each cry unheard
For our lust that's written in scars on this Earth
The lies which they teach, with forked-tongues they speak
Of this world created to conquer, to rule their greed
Are we corrupted by their greed?
Infected, decayed; corrupt with deceit
In this days of madness where misery reigns
When all hope is abandoned in promise of pain
And never a light from the darkness of hate
They hunger for death, their bodies as graves
our corrupted memory dies to see through compassion's eyes
Lives consumed, flesh abused, tortured existence, encaged, entombed
Freedom lost, bodies marred, eternal hell, life behind bars
Their traditions die, as we fall no longer
With this reverence for life, we will fall no longer
In this world of the desperate and lost cast in filth
Compassion condemned in this nightmare fulfilled
The blind and their faith, to empty skies pray
The road to their heaven and god paved with rape
The hidden years have ended
The age of grace begun
The starving sound of fire, as heaven and Earth collide
Cast off like skin this suffering, on broken knees to rise
To sift through bitter ashes, to bleed like sacrifice
Our hearts forever burning, to breathe with newfound life
At History's End