"The quest for Azunda hath drawn near. The young king, the chaos he brings. With iron grip's sword, chants come forth. The child of dark is he. . In prophecy, chaos not bear.
The arrogance of angels, the heresy of Christ. The stupidity of humanity, the skeletons of society. It's time to separate the saints from the sinners.
We shape the future, we rape the world. Fallen icons left to burn. The depiction of a naked deformity. Another long lost tragedy. . The man in the moon is looking right at you.
He will be there the unhallowed redeemer. The great accuser - the man of the future. Embraced by bitterness and cold compassion. The burning wonder tears heaven apart.
Lost in this place like fragments of another time. I close my eyes and see myself from above. Drifting apart like splinters of scattered glass. But we all have our own reasons to continue.
We were alone and on our own. In the dark between the stars. From the shadows to the pyre. Amidst the chaos, from the stars. . Love, life and liberty.
Born from the blind, delusional mind. Bite the hand that feeds the lie. The garden is severed, burned is the truth. Open your eyes 'cause God hates you.
Man turns animal. . Too many lies breeds too many flies. It's evolution through confusion. Hate is never without reason. Love is never without treason.
Burning bright in the industries of night. Between the stars like a wanderer, across the sea of suns. I reached out for the radiant shadow of a figure with horns.
Stand aside for the new world order. Systematic, aristocratic. Don't deceive yourself, get out of the way. We command and you obey. . Beautiful to be the joker.
Bastard proclamations of a dying nation. Social deconstruction through deceit and deception. Hit us with your pointing stick, golden arches crucifix. We will never be like you.
Was it everything they told you?. Was it all the things they promised you?. Was it everything they told you?. Was it everything they said it would be?.
Get down on your knees and feed the illusion. Get down on your knees and prolong the delusion. Superstition is the religion of the feeble mind. Liberty and justice, the illusions of mankind.
United we stand in shared perversion. The love of death, the paradise of Hell. This infinite limbo, like a great black engine. Ultimate abomination, no one here gets out alive.
In the name of the future. Confused the angel beholds the master. The little people are coming for me. Behold the curse of mortality. . In the name of the future.
Dead center in the middle of nowhere. Coma existence surrounded by the living dead. There is no hope, there is no tomorrow. You took our world and you bled it dry.
Superstition, disguised as faith. The fear of death plagues their eyes. Automated animation, a fingerprint personality. Born of desperation. So terrified that you just might dissappear when you die.
So I reach inside the raging galaxy. And grab some small glittering oddity. Such a creation - so crippled and deranged. A tiny figure in the bizarre cosmic industry.
Liquid phantom fields of motion. For those who cannot see the future. . Like masked sands of deception. The wave of the future foundation. . Green fields of euphoria.