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Far away, on the isle of beasts
Dwells a species which is not to be believed
Close enough to remain concealed
By the mainlands of the green society
Pay heed to the stare
For the ambushment lies in there
Close you eyes
For the air is smelling of sin
Hold your ears
For the dark might come for you when it’s time
Now the chains seem to tighten straight
By every step you take you’re closer to the void
All you thoughts have been analyzed
Not a thing you do will make for a surprise
Watch out for their eyes
As they’re lacking the light of law
Close you eyes
For the air is smelling of sin
Hold your ears
For the dark might come for you when
The mass of men is striving to revere their fathers
But one of them is keen enough to harm the others
Now your will has been broken through
By reflecting every single thing you do
For the thrill and the final clue
There will be one left where once there had been two
Gaze in those eyes and you’ll find there’s a void inside
(Prepare to die)
Green turns to grey and all hope seems to turn to shade
The mass of men is striving to revere their fathers
But one of them is keen enough to harm the others
Over and over you are left behind
Dance to the voidness, feel your body fade and
Die to the symphony of suicide