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This track has been released on the self-named single in early 2017, however, this version is a completely re-mixed and re-mastered one.
lyrics
Don’t be afraid, you hand of gods
Isn’t progress what you want at all (you hypocrite)
The substance stole your fellows’ minds
Hold on and free yourself from your dying past
You’ll get nothing but the fatal truth
On your throne made of skulls in suffering
In the end, your advance is just the pain in your neck, the firing rage of your chains
(Chorus)
And far beyond on cold spell’s wings, the dreamcatcher’s lauthing
As the warrior’s face goes down, at least with some dignity
Yet, the godheads failed with no eyes realizing the fallacy
May the dawnstar bring our end
With a seething mind you force it all down on their knees
A mess of wires, loathing the data introduced to their drug ridden heads
With your blinded eyes you recognize, but don’t realize
Giving cyborg hearts a soul to understand their cries
In the center, a citadel blackened
Swallowing screams, absorbing the light waves
Still, the living ones got the mere future in their bleeding hands
But weaving chains command
(Chorus)
I walk the coals, make my way through the center
You goddamn fool, I’ve discovered your shelter
God of my lust and fears, now that I found you
Raise your head up to me, I am your end
Feel how it cuts your guts, weep into your bare hands
See the sun once again, watching your kingdom’s fall
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