As shackles glimmer
Beneath the impassible grin of the stars
A scavenger lingers
Sustained by hollowness and plastic gods
Downfall of us all
Its too late for apologies
Downfall of our souls
Remember whats meant to be
And that tomorrow still belongs
To the same old mistakes
All that I need is to break the fall
And recover myself
Apathy, the state of grace of the fools
A rabid strain spreading jackals loose
Funeral torch the collapse is universal
A cycles end, dress the world in utter darkness
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
