Texty: Living Hell. Pavor Nocturnis. Parable Of The Madman.

Humanity wallows in the stench of it's sin, numb to iniquity's cost,
Forever comes crashing as the new dawn begins,
The war eternally lost and the dreams of man lie rotting in the grave,
Just beyond salvation's grasp, dead to everything.
Delusions of grandeur spreading the cancer, the price of our vanity,
As his Kingdom comes, our divinities undone,
Condemned for eternity and the dreams of man lie rotting in the grave,
Just beyond salvation's grasp, dead to everything.

We are dead to everything.

Can you taste it?
Can you feel it?
Dead to everything.

No god can save you now, no forgiveness, no atonement.
You can't hide in the skin of a man, you're the evil, you're the demon.
You can't escape the sin of sins, you can't escape the sin