Death becomes us all.
This i know is true, in my final hour.
Horror born unto the earth, a simple art born of necessity.
Still, man and beast alike shall rot.
Scars left in time will always stand to remind that the human mind is a master of lies. behold the human mind; a desolate wasteland.
For him, the lord of lies; purveyor of destruction, an homage to the blight.
Bring me fruits of this conviction now.
Confessed in tongues of fire, blind prophets spoke as one to me.
Revealed: the horrors of my kind.
Revealed: a crime of nature are we.
Death becomes us all.
This i know is true.
Answers from beyond are revealed when truth and lies collide.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost.
Nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions.
Faith misplaced in the master of lies. nothing sacred; nothing lost.
Nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
