Lucid dreams of the end of the world to come... The cosmic eye is burning open!
Hallucinations in flesh walking the very surface of the earth.
Strangers under the sun.
The young face of the god of the cross is trampled upon. Sons of the veiled shadows.
Not only strong and frightening
but eternal and invincible is the core of unseen evil.
Faceless angels drinking their blood in the wastelands,
still withering in the sand.
Like the sound of million eagles,
secrets of the dead are viciously roaming deep from below.
Without a name, without a soul...
Hatred marches on.
Slaying a fool, strangling an impure.
Rain comes storming down (cleansing of the towers)
flushing away those who can't stand alone.
Hallucinations in flesh walking the very surface of the earth.
Strangers under the sun.
The young face of the god of the cross is trampled upon. Sons of the veiled shadows.
Not only strong and frightening
but eternal and invincible is the core of unseen evil.
Faceless angels drinking their blood in the wastelands,
still withering in the sand.
Like the sound of million eagles,
secrets of the dead are viciously roaming deep from below.
Without a name, without a soul...
Hatred marches on.
Slaying a fool, strangling an impure.
Rain comes storming down (cleansing of the towers)
flushing away those who can't stand alone.