The Forbidden Pantheon Songtext
von Obscura Qalma

There′s a scent that plagues all guts
A static need to define what's full
But since void comes first
Life′s denied
Within this arid box filled with dead connections

Through the broken arc of dreams and thoughts
We are lifeless, led to all issues
While the box rules the matter
RIding wings of self-destruction
Emptiness gives a sterile birth

We're scars that walk the earth
Infecting all your thoughts
We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect
We are a plague that infects the air
Shutting off all your thoughts
We are the mental illness that makes you wane


We create ourselves from a dying seed
From a detached root
What is dead should stay dead
Should stay dead

Through the downfall from the moral altar
From blood soaked chains of revelation

Should stay dead
Should stay dead

Let reason guide you
In the garden of loss
Let reason guide you
In the blood-red fields of prejudice

We're scars that walk the earth
Infecting all your thoughts
We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect
We are a plague that infects the air
Shutting off all your thoughts
We are the mental illness that makes you wane

We create ourselves from a dying seed
Since darkness comes from light
What is dead should stay dead


We′re scars that walk the earth
Infecting all your thoughts
We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect
We are a plague that infects the air
Shutting off all your thoughts
We are the mental illness that makes you wane