A man in the mist with great rigor runs
From atrophy and leaves no vestige
Nothing stops his stride
Nothing can hold him
No salving touch
No cataclysm
Chased by binding hands
Stalked by forfeit men
He struggles on despite all his wounds
With a burning soul and with inbuilt will
His torch goes dim
His self betrays him
The torch goes dim
And man deceives himself
God takes root in the minds of the weak
Looming darkness held by tainted minds
Prometheus plummeting to earth
Crushing senseless hands
To a silent death
Untold torment
Divine forgiveness
Blindly creeping souls sowing their shadows
Reaping solemn lies
Propagating forth
Divine progeny
The transmuting mist
The false prophets
Betrayers of man
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing is my lasting name
The cross I bear
Eternal shame
A warning heard
A cry betrayed
One last voice for man to blame
The road to hell is at your feet,
do you not feel the searing...
Heat
Cast aside compassion's hold
Rip out your own heart
And become your own god
His torch goes dim
And man deceives himself
God takes root in the minds of the weak
Chaos in the heart, evil in the act
Lives past our bones, only silence dies
Only through freedom, only through pure will
Can gods be borne from the flesh of men
Let the tyrants feed, let the rabble grow
For when they fall on their bones we feast
For I am the god of apostasy
And I will eclipse all who oppose me
I will eclipse all who oppose me
From the flesh of gods I'll be borne
For I am the god of apostasy
I will eclipse all who oppose me
