("And they take the word of God as an easy auto response to the questions and designs of the natural order. At which point the man lost his connection with natural... At which point he rises as a cruel assassin against the Earth... Humanity is in a new age, the age of fight between mother and son.")
Can you feel that stench?
Is the human life, their bodies rot slow in time
Deification of mediocrity, exaltation of the rotting flesh
Glorification of pettiness, idealization of feelings
Oh! Shamash lord show me the path
The real sense of the human's life
Slaves of hope, blinded and weak
Embraced the torment and agony
Proud and frail, insolent men's race, owners of all things
As disease infecting a body, like a parasite feeds it's host
Arrogant and feeble, pathetic error of the gods
Ungrateful universal disgrace, unworthy animal
Your eyes reveal your misery you are the stigma of the earth
4. Tiamat's Crown
Trapped in the black veil of the night
Beholding the rupture of his dark sky
Indelible, immortal
Queen of the abyss
No order, no blame, no glare
Ancient inhabitant of a sterile land
Smilingly with contempt to the earth
His might is so above as below
The oceans shine in their hands like a gleaming sword
An evil older than men
And more extensive than the universe
Wake up and take your crown, mother of the depths
Show me the secrets of the ancient times
Give me the will, give me your throne
An evil older than men
And more extensive than the universe