Shrines of Apathy Songtext
von Soulburn

Shrines are a stillborn faith
for insecurity to drown into.
And along this hollow path towards them,
the hollow ones seek on.
And all it can find it consumes.
Somewhere along its lonesome
journey towards the end,
it thinks and tries to grasp for a meaning.
But in the end, that what he consumed,
consumes him too. And to the big hollow he returns.

Shifting through concrete
In passive sway
Guideless compulsion
to de-celebrate
The pulse of god
by Morgues engaged
The stubborn sense
of dreams and faith


Wide open caskets
In the white of day
This Day of laughter
This Day of fate
Mordred silhouettes
Hallelujah Hallucinate
...Nocturnalized
In Foreverness engraved

"He who lives in the desert and
finds himself alone in strength by
absence of what′s above or below him,
he shall be risen to immaculate heights,
and he shall dance with devil's
at the table of undying
truth and be taught; nothing!
For nothing fills the will with existence,
and existence knows that knowledge shall perish.
For as it once came, it forever shall leave us,
again and again and again..."

Shrines of apathy
Magnetic graves
Inactive but thorough
Triumph of age
But ageless as the stars,
will there bloom a lucid state?
Will the soulless be freed
from hunger, before we obliterate?


Force-feed me with dormancy
I need a ghost of death in me
Don′t wake me up I need to leave
The white of day it shines through me
No reflection, no compassion
No tomorrow's satisfaction
Fill my shrine of apathy
And lay my bones to rest in thee

"...For nothing fills the will with existence,
and existence knows that knowledge shall perish.
For as it once came, it forever shall leave us,
again and again and again..."