Underworld, Act 3 Songtext
von Septicflesh

A millenium passed away
Small forests became jungles,
Mountains were devoured from sand violently exiled from
Sand violently exiled from vast deserts with the help of
Hands made from storms
It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces.
The triumphant laughs of liberation are forgotem.
The world that once seemed nes and vibrant turned pale
And old.
Why?
Maybe because of the strange inhabitants were to eager to
Forget the path that led them through.
In their journey they were leaving behind not only spoken:
Not only part of their body but also part of their mind.
And they became so tired, all they demanded was to rest. It wasn′t difficult.
There was not any apparent changes.
So a strange kind of sleep.
Fell among the lot.
The more they cultivated this habbit.
To seek in the deep matters of Lethargy.
The more their enviroment changed.
It was a curious transformation.
It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces.
Hoever there is one trace that will ever remain.
Week as a whisper it can reopen the way.
Just listen.
Your Fathers knew these words by heart even those that
Never crossed, the eerie side.