Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete
The zenith of reality's hood
Where infinity runs its course
Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside
Your flesh is relic, your vessel obosolete
Your blood will stain your gold
Beyond reason
Beyond intellect
Your idea of hope
The zenith of reality's hood
Where infinity runs its course
Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside
Your flesh is relic, your vessel obosolete
Your blood will stain your gold
Beyond reason
Beyond intellect
Your idea of hope