compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds
of deception

too fragile, too blind, we wander lost in
putrefaction

full of repulsion and disgust, lambs to the
slaughter

a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos
fulfills our mortal desires

WE DESCEND INTO THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION,

we are taking for granted that we once inherited
existence

to forever live to tell the tale...

IN BURNING ENIGMA

I'M NEXT TO THE END OF THE LINE

KNOW THE SCORE...

a final nail in the coffin of our unstable
destination

(I feel life breathing down my neck)

we have signed our own death warrant

with other people's blood

(I feel life breathing down my neck)

HOW COULD WE DARE TO EXPECT MERCY

FOR FORGIVENESS HAS IT'S OWN PRICE

vain temptation, my soul is ripped and torn

decayed forever, beyond the great divide we
fall...

conceptual UTOPIA, by the end I'm the next one in
line

down my neck!

retribution, my anger is uncontrolled

deceived for all time, testimonial curse

UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO
RETURN

TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE YOUR WAY... FALL!

THEIR HOLLOW VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO
RETURN

PROCLAIMING SILENCE FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!

FINAL EXTINCTION OF MANKIND...

I feel it breathing down my neck!

UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO
RETURN

TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE THEIR WAY... FALL!

FINAL EXTINCTION OF MANKIND...

I feel it breathing down my neck!

at the end of the line all we possess is
emptiness and regrets

(I feel life breathing down my neck)

we are told to remain obedient and faithful

even at the hardest of times

(I feel life breathing down my neck)

BUT WHY SHOULD WE WANT TO CONTINUE

LIVING A LIFE OF DIRT?

YOU JUST MEAN NOTHING TO ME!