Lletres:
Undying At History S End

As she chokes on the lies of the fathers And their lust to degrade and enslave How long must we wait in the silence? While these quiet atrocities build

whisperhidden heresies Ten thousand years of bondage And their cultures black disease May this bloodstained tale come to an end Blessed are we who without hope at history's end

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

breath We watch the collapse of all that is left The barren fields of plenty stand bitter testament To mark the steps of progress written in this world's