Deaf! Infinites ear calling
Back! Into The chamber turning
My soul! Within me burning
Echoes! Of the vilest disorder
Forms! Discordant I cant recover
Tears! That drip all over
We, like infants descend
In our shadows, on the earth
Like a weak, mortal birth
My eyes, more and more
Like a sea without shore
Continue expanding
The heavens commanding...
Could I but be consumed
And pass from times memory
Into the emptiness of nowhere
The dead so soon grow cold
Now I will arise and strip me of time and space
I must create a system
Or be enslaved by another mans
I will not reason and compare
My business is to create...
With bricks of shame
Built with bricks of shame
[Repeat first verse]
Eternity rolled wide apart
At the end of our path
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
