Knowledge has come into perpetual terror.
Knowing the senses can bring utter pain.
Feeling the rage building inside.
No connection with the unwinking eye :
Knowledge has come into perpetual terror.
Knowing the senses can bring utter pain.
A bountiful meal of vile emotions,
Twist and mangle the shambeing shades.
Feel the Blasphemy,
Of a mortal tomb.
Walk among the disgust,
Of a weak footstep.
Unsure of having the fear,
Of Death's last breath.
May the laws of destiny,
Carry the grievous curse.
Knowing the senses can bring utter pain.
Feeling the rage building inside.
No connection with the unwinking eye :
Knowledge has come into perpetual terror.
Knowing the senses can bring utter pain.
A bountiful meal of vile emotions,
Twist and mangle the shambeing shades.
Feel the Blasphemy,
Of a mortal tomb.
Walk among the disgust,
Of a weak footstep.
Unsure of having the fear,
Of Death's last breath.
May the laws of destiny,
Carry the grievous curse.