Eyes Of The Dead Lyrics - Singles - Nocturnal Rites

A mind of its own, spawn out of fire 

The demon becomes a God 

A child, two-faced and innocent 

Transcending 

Control, fragments of nothing 

Enslaving, reversed humane 

Empires made out of nothing but air 

Creation fails 

Hungry he laughs at us all 

Sacred is noyhing no more 

In the eyes of the dead, at the edge of the night 

In an oath of blood we are sacred 

In the eyes of the dead, still nothing revealed 

The wounds they still bleed, and won't heal 

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Blood in the sands, slaves to the hunger 

Heaven denies them all 

A god, a dome for its pleasures and lust 

Possession 

The falls prophets of nothing 

Promise but take it back 

The one, the futile and venomous son 

Will torture 

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