The year of the skulls:
Reckoning the curators, to cull the threat,
by removing surplus stock

The year of rapture:
When aging colossus collide and torn asunder,
To fit the pantheon

The year of changes:
Vestals brought from the skies, immaculate conceived,
to cherish a new icon

The year of sacrifice:
Withering morals melded to build the edifice,
of the stones that bind us

Inside the molten core:
Holy machinery in affect
With iron sulphide,
Cultivate we will
burn what we worshipped
and worship what we burned

I bury you, forever and ever - you're going down
On your own, no one will know, you're going down
Don´t look at me, you're going down, on your own
You're going down

I will survive, I will come back - just wait and see
Its time for me to make you see who I really am

I did survive, now and forever - now you're going down
I have survived, now and again, on my own

If I die, you will too, me and you, together forever

Where have you gone, and where should we go?
One thing is for certain; here, we can not stay

Throw your burden at me
Lay your unrest on my shoulders
Kill your pain in my embrace
Let your discomfort die at my feet
Let this not be forever

Pay attention, this is from the heart:
Don't be the victim of your own sacrifice,
Don't be the judge to your own penalty,
It will lead you away, far astray
You will end up in destructive circles, for hell is in your head

Searching for the estranged; something of indulgence
In art made flesh, your worth is my harvest
Keep pasting any times; something of a visionary
Enrolling the behemoth that will set all this free

Where we're going we don't need eyes to see
An idea has transcended into life; exploring new rituals

This is who we are: cultivators of the cause
For hell is only a word, reality is far worse

It's just an illusion built by you, talking about your greatfulness
Can't you see your own lies?

Save yourself, leave the rest
Save your pride, forget the rest
Save your lies, ignore the rest
Save yourself

Stolen childhood: A generation in vain
A few years for you, a lifetime for them

Stolen childhood: Bastards watching
A few years for you, a lifetime for them

The march of snails, on the razor's edge
Stubborn they mow thru further restraints
Unworthy; a mongrel; pandemic delusion

All there is to see: The raptors head,
glowing crimson eyes; Entangled prey trembles

The splinter in your mind tells of unwanted motions
Shudders in the dark - drums of the deep calls

My enemy ahead of me, glancing at the conscience
Starring blind, phoenix dies
The fear to die, waiting to live
Empty handed, he strives towards his own demise

What do we know of our existence, other than that it will be our own demise?
What do we know about persistence?
Do we live until we die?

My enemy behind me, always looking over his shoulder,
Searching for phoenix alive
The fear to live, waiting to die
Empty handed he strives towards his own demise

All my life I've been dying
My awareness, my disease: time is just an illusion
My enemy is ahead of me
Who is my saviour now?

I fell deeper, got filled to the brim
Clenched my fist to handle the last chain, but to no avail

Seeping pores, rolling escape; vessel of myself

Staggered through this bottom, among scattered remains
How many deaths have in vain sought the rising flow?
Barren lands, freezing emptiness

Fixed sensation: speech of souls

To the outer rim of solid grounds, past these trifling murky waters

All I see will come to tremble, before my hour of the great leap

I come with the raging flood, its vindicating eye burns me,
Turned ashen in its frenzy

Judgment unto the eroding ooze, from the flames of the nether: I'm left faceless and overwhelmed

This sea of desolation, ever dipped by an ore
Eluding as my path to the nearest shore