IRC-Galleria

None of these days have seen the Sun
The children of the daylight passed away
Ruins in the future waiting our kind
Awakening of aeons and plagues

New-born God rise in front of us
Blessing with His skinless hand
Teaches the doctrine of peace and love
With His tainted tongue of spoken religion
His hand full of stigmas, cause of self-destruction
Craving for power He never achieved

Depraved being, icon of humanity
Self-written sins, wrongs and laws
Ceased evolution and carnal downfall
Origin of human driven to oblivion

The morning of darkened sun
Created imagination, paradise on Earth
True form of existence in front of us
But the truth is not for us to see

I am the forests, mountains and oceans
I am the civilization, I am the wilderness
In the form, out of your perception
I will retrieve you, I will swallow your life