Songtexte:
Xasthur

: Naive, weak, obey. Follow into the human concentration camps, Your black savior of 'hope' leads the way... Towards mass graves (and plastic caskets

: Self-destruction towards the true enemy within, it's the only battle you can win. Other wars, you don't stand a chance. Turn the weapon and turn the

: Halls and walls of consequence deem endless, where hope is the art of lying to yourself. You're a lost fucking cause in a vicious circle of endless

: For I dug a mass grave in abysmal depths For this wasted human race shall never be reborn again Cold burial, their blood stains the snow Eyes that

: Tranquility in sickness to soothe the inner madness (Dissonant inner code, blueprints to genocide). Inseminated knife wounds are infecting your thoughts

: Heiled in battle again Into the night eternally searching and Fighting to be eternally free And to live in darkness Decaying upon their crosses

: [Mutiilation Cover] [instrumental]

: Paint in blood A sigil of death On fading reflections Beneath this night Master of their infernal fears, I take these burning gates...to reign

: All (human) colors die in blistering winds, When all days are put to rest, My world will begin, alone, without life, without light. Cruel death (Torched