Undone Songtext
von Craft

I will restore the clean slate
The perfect state that they once stole
Before the white, the spark, the dirt, the water, blood, air
Joylessly aware of the turmoil
The aimless progression of time
The shameless expression of the vulgar divine


The transient, the firmament
The summit of a little god′s word
Is not set in stone
As I emerge from the edge of the world
So many planets to raze
Sacred places to deface
Souls to inhale, lives to erase
And gods to disgrace

So I go on

While I travel I will consume another star - another cold, dead sun.

World undone
World undone
Undone
World undone