He told the lie, the great deceit
again and again through centuries untold
The death of lands, the murder of man
in a land where life is no more

Cursed
He wandered the razorvalley
Bitter
He beheld the rise of man

Good thought lost in the myriad of false
only vengeance only murder only dark
Now The day is upon us and behold
The coming of death the coming of ends

Cursed
Spit his venom into mind of man
Bitter
Murder, unquenched in souls unborn

The fate of all in a single moment
Acceptance, no apologies told
No warning, no endtimes nigh
Only the freezing gust

World of man screams its anguish
Bleeds like an open sore
In the chalice of ideology
The concept of mercy is no more...

No fires in the sky
No angelsong
Just with a silent sigh
cold and sharp
Like a whispering wind
the end comes
Touched, caressed
all life falls
Like a whispering wind
the end comes

Towards the absolute end of all things...

Cursed
He wandered the razorvalley
Bitter
He beheld the rise of man

World of man screams its anguish
Bleeds like an open sore
In the chalice of ideology
The concept of mercy is no more...

The fate of all in a single moment
Acceptance, no apologies told
No warning, no endtimes nigh
Only the freezing gust

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