Epitaph Songtext
von Moonshade
Epitaph Songtext
All hail Homo diaboli
Gorging upon the entrails of the land
Sapience be damned, while we decay in glee
Our hordes on their knees as the whores of greed
Vomiting deranged creeds, screeching black symphonies
Waltzing to the sound of collapsing ecosystems
Singing anthems hysterical, spitting on your theorems
Through reptilian reasoning engraved
We condemned our cradle to an early grave
As the air itself becomes unbreathable
And the water stenches of rot
May the soil shatter beneath our feet
Through the fires of doom we have wrought
Hurdling towards extinction′s skeletal carrousel
In self-obsession's cell, enthralled by our own spell
And the best we can take from our collective hells?
We dethroned all our gods before killing ourselves
Bleed to believe through the realm of unreason
In treasonous greed for structure through dogma
Rapture is upon us, dialectic demons
′Tis abyssic season, stay blissfully dormant
As we drown in the tears of Gaea
Uncrowned by the smear in our hearts
Thus while Narcissus remains shiftless
Hell waits at the ramparts
Torn apart through scorn innate
Elysium implodes the North Star
The path of redemption leads to oblivion
As the pyres of doom engulf all that we are
Time erases Man
With History's hand
Gorging upon the entrails of the land
Sapience be damned, while we decay in glee
Our hordes on their knees as the whores of greed
Vomiting deranged creeds, screeching black symphonies
Waltzing to the sound of collapsing ecosystems
Singing anthems hysterical, spitting on your theorems
Through reptilian reasoning engraved
We condemned our cradle to an early grave
As the air itself becomes unbreathable
And the water stenches of rot
May the soil shatter beneath our feet
Through the fires of doom we have wrought
Hurdling towards extinction′s skeletal carrousel
In self-obsession's cell, enthralled by our own spell
And the best we can take from our collective hells?
We dethroned all our gods before killing ourselves
Bleed to believe through the realm of unreason
In treasonous greed for structure through dogma
Rapture is upon us, dialectic demons
′Tis abyssic season, stay blissfully dormant
As we drown in the tears of Gaea
Uncrowned by the smear in our hearts
Thus while Narcissus remains shiftless
Hell waits at the ramparts
Torn apart through scorn innate
Elysium implodes the North Star
The path of redemption leads to oblivion
As the pyres of doom engulf all that we are
Time erases Man
With History's hand
Writer(s): Ricardo Pereira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com