Scourge A scourge has corrupted our souls and it hides under our asymmetrical perceptions Whole planets collapse The quintessence of fear is reflected in our cowardice as sloth and indifference devour us from the inside In restless sleeps dreadful nightmares warned us But how could we sense what we didn't want to hear ? Mental torture A dreadful instant that unfolds into a suffered last breath Devoted to the cult of the dead No certainty, this world is lost Devoted to the cult of the dead No way to escape I can sense its moan piercing my flesh In restless sleeps dreadful nightmares warned us But how could we sense what we didn't want to hear ? Mental torture A dreadful instant that unfolds into a suffered last breath In seek of salvation In the last seconds of life of this world, homeless I was gazing at the bleeding skies above the ruins of our pride And then nothing A scourge has corrupted our souls and it hides under Feeding on our vanity And then nothing Silence anticipates the reconstruction of infinite inaccessibile worlds reborn I wander through costellations Life is again within me Devoted to the cult of the dead No way to escape I can sense its moan piercing my flesh