Song | From the End of Heaven |
Artist | Gods Of Eden |
Album | From the End of Heaven |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Reaching | |
Into the darkness in the cracks | |
Within the corners of this deep abyss | |
Forging keys, release the exits from this nightmare | |
That we’re slowly sinking in | |
Carving avenues for freedom from this prison for the mind | |
Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and the suffering | |
Keep your eyes open for the subtle weaknesses within your chains | |
And hope for all it’s worth that your emancipation from this hell awaits | |
Things are never going to be the same | |
This race will end by the silence of the jackal and the rhythm of the martyr | |
Undermining all that’s sovereign, intercept all the rising | |
Erasing traces of the past, withholding visions | |
So the lines will slowly fade away | |
Manipulating the arcane into a system of demise | |
Holding on to the heresy | |
Defiant to crack the source of humanity | |
For so long we have bled in the name of the unknown | |
To see beyond the veil | |
We are the profane ones who chase our tail in search of mystery | |
While enemies are poisoning the seed | |
Through artificial cell manipulation | |
Conquering of the human race | |
Through genetic weakness implanted in the DNA | |
The gullible will worship their trials in service to the master race | |
Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and suffering | |
Keep your eyes open for the subtle weakness within the chains | |
And hope for all it’s worth that your emancipation still awaits | |
Things are never going to be the same |
Reaching | |
Into the darkness in the cracks | |
Within the corners of this deep abyss | |
Forging keys, release the exits from this nightmare | |
That we' re slowly sinking in | |
Carving avenues for freedom from this prison for the mind | |
Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and the suffering | |
Keep your eyes open for the subtle weaknesses within your chains | |
And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation from this hell awaits | |
Things are never going to be the same | |
This race will end by the silence of the jackal and the rhythm of the martyr | |
Undermining all that' s sovereign, intercept all the rising | |
Erasing traces of the past, withholding visions | |
So the lines will slowly fade away | |
Manipulating the arcane into a system of demise | |
Holding on to the heresy | |
Defiant to crack the source of humanity | |
For so long we have bled in the name of the unknown | |
To see beyond the veil | |
We are the profane ones who chase our tail in search of mystery | |
While enemies are poisoning the seed | |
Through artificial cell manipulation | |
Conquering of the human race | |
Through genetic weakness implanted in the DNA | |
The gullible will worship their trials in service to the master race | |
Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and suffering | |
Keep your eyes open for the subtle weakness within the chains | |
And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation still awaits | |
Things are never going to be the same |
Reaching | |
Into the darkness in the cracks | |
Within the corners of this deep abyss | |
Forging keys, release the exits from this nightmare | |
That we' re slowly sinking in | |
Carving avenues for freedom from this prison for the mind | |
Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and the suffering | |
Keep your eyes open for the subtle weaknesses within your chains | |
And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation from this hell awaits | |
Things are never going to be the same | |
This race will end by the silence of the jackal and the rhythm of the martyr | |
Undermining all that' s sovereign, intercept all the rising | |
Erasing traces of the past, withholding visions | |
So the lines will slowly fade away | |
Manipulating the arcane into a system of demise | |
Holding on to the heresy | |
Defiant to crack the source of humanity | |
For so long we have bled in the name of the unknown | |
To see beyond the veil | |
We are the profane ones who chase our tail in search of mystery | |
While enemies are poisoning the seed | |
Through artificial cell manipulation | |
Conquering of the human race | |
Through genetic weakness implanted in the DNA | |
The gullible will worship their trials in service to the master race | |
Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and suffering | |
Keep your eyes open for the subtle weakness within the chains | |
And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation still awaits | |
Things are never going to be the same |