Fruitful is the surface in which Devastation Grows, upon the earth
Cataclysmic Events, the violent end
The forsaken lands drenched with the stench of
Death
I've foreseen the human race enslaved by the chains of prosperity
Accomplishing nothing
Digging their graves, humanity was cleansed by an imminent disaster invoking the end
It begins with the survival of my soul, Everything I know is deceased, abandoned and out of control
We bathe in Frailty
Reliant on a system that destroyed humanity
A new age, liberated by failures. Surrounded by the ashes of defeatists
The Pillars dropped, to ignite our sins. Erasing everything, inducing stagnancy
Unable to define what is reality, slipping off the edge of sanity
As I stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into me
Welcoming my being with it's lustful embrace
Alone I walk towards the darkness, engulfing light in the thickness of hatred
Broken and seeking salvation, on a land burned from the misery of man
Corpses pave the burning lands, statues of ignorant mistakes
A journey so ubiquitous, holds the answer to my survival
In the land of the brave, paradise fails to sustain life
Venturing the deep, for the answers I so truly seek
A knife to my wrist, cutting away all my anger
I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid of living for ever
Exiled Alone
Exiled alive, why wasn't I slaughtered?
Am I an archetype of immortality?
My mind is twisted and crippled from false hope
The deafening echo of a voice calling
