[grym reaper/too poetic] Beeeware! four figures appear through the fog Yeah! gravediggaz cut like swords......
And when I see you constantly changing Never the same as, never remaining I cannot...
It's all a vicious game a tragic joke A pointless twist of fate The sun...
Even through the darkest phase, be it thick or thin, always someone marches brave here...
[Verse 1] Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime So I'm on...
Enter Suicidal Angels; How hungry have we become; Like animals...
cowardice, this chain of events gather and plot the ensnaring...
scattered throughout now indefinite form willed to find strangers in...
For thou sweepst me in thy robe of guilt with...
Beautiful, oh web of stars that looms amid the sons...
now as the lights go down deeper now it seems...
Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high...
and although it can be argued whether time will ever...
A bolt of blazing gold, lifted from the horizon's edge...
Drenched in the perfume of hell Impasto of burning oils...