Bitter is the taste of my contempt for those protecting their dreamscape as such becoming foe of humanity and reason for truth they cant endure Reality denied like sick that fear the cure I paint myself with the blood of life so cruelly culled by the hands of Adam Armed with hate and malice for millennia to come and with the vengeance of that which will be coldly laid to waste without regrets I can no longer sit back and watch whilst this abomination takes its course Unknowing was our kind, when he was made to be a demon in holy skin, whose light has blinded ever since and inspired foolishness for generations to come and last Life just runs its course no entity to blame No swarm of spiteful locusts, to plunder in his holy name Ive seen both past and future the rape of life to be So I will do what must be done revealed to me Visions of mass destruction amassing strength within my soul A cage to hold the fury of the grim works beyond my grasp I can see their temple of Lies appearing in front of me An empire of wrath and exile which was never supposed to be The glorious destruction of both religion and mankind... Edin lifeless in ashes lies Then I found myself in a courtyard A thousand eyes accusing me To rally the course of the future and more for countless new horrors the way made free There is no action without consequence As I freed myself from the clutches of guilt One cannot change what has been done The lesson learned alas my friends the battles never, ever, truly won! A man must fall to rise again.
course, edin, amassing, culled, destruction