| Song | And to Posterity a Plague |
| Artist | Neaera |
| Album | Forging the Eclipse |
| 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 |