Track Name: ...and they carried death in their eyes
For aeons mortal flesh has been dead,
a spirit betrayed by ambition,
still marching into the presence of god.
Among the weakest of all creations
mankind remains unmatched in scorn for their own kind.
Routine, the only thing to stand uncorrupted
where lies are the way to the light.
Gathered behind the two horizons,
they are waiting patiently,
chanting gospels of blood and dust
with a thousand twisted tongues.
In nocturne spirit, tears will fall and blood will rise.
They came to claim what's theirs and they carried death in their eyes.
Now that all is lost the wind serenades echoes across a barren frontier.
Eternal dusk, engulfed in flames, a pleasure to end all pleasures.