Life Songtext
von Exocrine

Summoned by those who overhang the gods
I am the hand that repairs
Flawed part in a perfect gear
I′m the executor, I'm the executor

Beyond what your narrow mind can conceive
Beyond even your fake gods
And when everything you believe you know
Is swept away


Greater than gods
Breaking the wall of the restriction of your mind
I will rise, and your ashes hallow
Greater than gods and yet bloodhound of a mercilеss hunt
Yes, I will rise, and your ashes hallow

Humans arе nothing, an anthill trampled
Crop pest to be treated
It won′t matter how fast you run
Runes of destruction light up in your sky

Fire, deluge, occult power, elder knowledge
Perception melts under the flame of truth
The flame of truth

Yeah, it's just a matter of scale
You're close to nothingness
Common speck included in a whole insignificant
You′re close to nothingness
You′re close to nothingness