Song | And to Posterity a Plague |
Artist | Neaera |
Album | Forging the Eclipse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
And to Posterity we sent a plague | |
Creating destruction – forging decay | |
Who will ever grant us absolution | |
For the crimes we daily commit? | |
Who will wash free our hands | |
From the blood that sticks with them? | |
The faceless screams of misery | |
The catalogue of pain | |
Should make the stones weep | |
You can't enlighten the mind without blackening your soul | |
The faceless screams of misery | |
The catalogue of pain | |
Should make the stones weep | |
We should bear the fiercest grudge against the unjust | |
Yet our wrath is choked | |
And to Posterity we sent a plague | |
Creating destruction – forging decay | |
This silence is false | |
The silenced are falsed | |
You can't enlighten the mind without blackening your soul |
And to Posterity we sent a plague | |
Creating destruction forging decay | |
Who will ever grant us absolution | |
For the crimes we daily commit? | |
Who will wash free our hands | |
From the blood that sticks with them? | |
The faceless screams of misery | |
The catalogue of pain | |
Should make the stones weep | |
You can' t enlighten the mind without blackening your soul | |
The faceless screams of misery | |
The catalogue of pain | |
Should make the stones weep | |
We should bear the fiercest grudge against the unjust | |
Yet our wrath is choked | |
And to Posterity we sent a plague | |
Creating destruction forging decay | |
This silence is false | |
The silenced are falsed | |
You can' t enlighten the mind without blackening your soul |
And to Posterity we sent a plague | |
Creating destruction forging decay | |
Who will ever grant us absolution | |
For the crimes we daily commit? | |
Who will wash free our hands | |
From the blood that sticks with them? | |
The faceless screams of misery | |
The catalogue of pain | |
Should make the stones weep | |
You can' t enlighten the mind without blackening your soul | |
The faceless screams of misery | |
The catalogue of pain | |
Should make the stones weep | |
We should bear the fiercest grudge against the unjust | |
Yet our wrath is choked | |
And to Posterity we sent a plague | |
Creating destruction forging decay | |
This silence is false | |
The silenced are falsed | |
You can' t enlighten the mind without blackening your soul |