beware when their torches illuminate the night
they burn, burn bright for you
tremors take the form of a shaken hungry horde
and who will be the last to cut through you?
deprived of my sense of everything, i, murderer
confined within a shrouded haze of endless dread, i, murderer
destined for the gallows
yet i end in the shadows
Track Name: Two Thousand Seasons
ow have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation?
whom do we aspire to reflect our people's death?
for whose entertainment shall we sing our agony?
one hopes that the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us
will suffer conciliatory remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success
the last imbecile that dreams such dreams is dead
killed by the saviors of his dreams
how have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation?