Tekster: Through The Eyes Of The Dead. Skepsis. Defaced Reality.

Foolish mind, optics sown shut with the myth of reality
Unable to transcend the principles of conscious life

The vision begins

Clenched in the arms of the god of dreams
Submerged in the netherworld
The sight is inexplicable

I drown in a sea of lost souls
This treacherous future to come
The ruin, the sorrow, the dream

I'm drowning in a sea of lost wraiths desperately,
Clawing at me with glee

And who's to blame for their plummet? Is this not all will?
A destined plan for humanity?

How can we rest in peace?
When it will not exist?

One must know good, know evil
No good, know evil

Release me from this sentient bond
From this repugnant existence

I shall take no part in their telos
Drowning in this sea of lost souls
Release me from your grasp oh god of dreams

Illuminated by the odious that mask our reality,
I return from the vision with but only one fear and truth
All tranquility shall go up in flames
There will be no eulogy for mankind

There will be no salvation... no salvation

There will be no salvation for mankind