Liar, liar. Conceal the truth. Silver tongue. With a serpent's smile. Bigot, betrayer. Master of deceit. With your own interest at heart. . When it all came to light.
A greater darkness, my mind's possessed. Disillusioned, numb emptiness. No hope, I feel a paralyzing fear. No salvation faking control. Their coldness hurt me beyond belief.
Processed, diluted. Virtually unrecognizable. I was lost there, no direction. A scattered void. . No more. It's over. I'm on to you. Your evil game. The tables have turned.
On a journey ill. My mind floats astray. Over withered fields. I cross the river. . This shortness of breath. Between birth and grave. Fading in the distance.
Monuments of dying dreams. As far away as Eden. These hours standing still. Finding comfort in a distant past. . Slaves of yesterday. You are blind. Blind to the sunrise.
The end is near, panic is closing in. Sick with fear, they run. Watch freedom's fall. What have we become? Cannon fodder. . Reign of terror, enslave the nations, devastation.
Here I am. Back to the wall. I picked a fight. Against the time. Free at last. I come my own way. I will resist them. To the day I die. . I am who I am.
The human race. Like a chromatic stain. Lost in concrete fields. Hybrids of steel. . Mechanic god creation. Enter annihilation. . We are rendered obselete.
Flying high on blackened wings. Vengeance in my eyes. Colder than steel instantly real. A new power flows through me. . Reaching out for something. Knowing that it's there - Somewhere.
I am forced to creep down the path. Of my sad and senseless life. Darkness surrounds me. At the end of the tunnel there is no light. . A blackened void, nothingness.
Instrumental. . Intro melody - Michael Amott. 1st Lead - Michael Amott. Lead Melody - Michael Amott. 2nd Lead (Slide) - Christopher Amott. 3rd Lead - Christopher Amott.
We walk through the ages. The world on our shoulders. The burden we carry. To the dark end of our days. . A thousand eyes watching. Every step we are taking.
Gripping you start to believe. All danger trust. In the end there is no relief. Falling. You're breeding thorns. . Cut off from the. The door is about to slam shut.