Touching the essence, a blasphemy's born
Why do we keep on trying when lives are torn?
In times of poverty we must remember that
There are no cues above, only within the heart
Shade the future so no light find its way
To clearify the actuality
Wherever you look it will clench your sight
A design so spiteful inverting what's right
To a stranger a lark, for the locals a war
Collapse the foundation like never before
There will be no exuce
For the path that we choose
Smite the foul from the lungs of our breed
How could we come this far to a place that all forgotten
Our fate hath bound us here to stand as one again
A million years old legacy cannot be crooked by men
Don't let the serpents soil your mind - It is the worst of stains
Tearing the fabric of existence thread by thread
Not looking at the oblivious impending end
Why do we keep on trying when lives are torn?
In times of poverty we must remember that
There are no cues above, only within the heart
Shade the future so no light find its way
To clearify the actuality
Wherever you look it will clench your sight
A design so spiteful inverting what's right
To a stranger a lark, for the locals a war
Collapse the foundation like never before
There will be no exuce
For the path that we choose
Smite the foul from the lungs of our breed
How could we come this far to a place that all forgotten
Our fate hath bound us here to stand as one again
A million years old legacy cannot be crooked by men
Don't let the serpents soil your mind - It is the worst of stains
Tearing the fabric of existence thread by thread
Not looking at the oblivious impending end