Momentum Songtext
von Purest of Pain

A creature washed ashore on these lands
Formless, hollow, eager to grow, hungry to learn
But soon it will wish for the tides to drag it back

How much longer will the sun set on our unsustainable paradise?
For at every dusk I bid her farewell
Hoping this time will be the last time I breathe, last time I speak, last time I find myself

Lost in the pit at the precipice of guilt
No light to dull my senses
Ready once again to claw my way up, and crawl back to the nothing that we call our

Sisyphean bones, whose sinews gave motion to the progress of man
They will splinter, they will falter
Those bones will break every time


Is there hope left for mankind?
They will fall every time
Is there hope left yet for man?
There is none
They will fall every time

And angels will orbit our celestial corpse, like vultures attending a swansong
For he who takes up arms against his kin, he will suffer tenfold

A creature washed ashore on these lands
Bitter at heart, blood on his hands
Hands that have learned only to hurt
Hands that will stain the seed of the earth

And plague will follow in its every footstep
Sisyphean bones, whose sinews gave motion to the progress of man, will fall every time