Invading the mountains

With their spiritless flesh

Controlled by a masterplan

Only marionettes in this game

Harvesting the seeds

On which we live

Sowing hatred into the depths

Of our decaying minds



Shaking the foundations

In whose womb we lie safe

Feeding our brains with heretic ideas

Stand aside and watch it grow

Only puppets in a greater game

Just a figment of reality

We are only inhabitants

Of a dying world



Just puppets of a dying world

Marionettes shaped in dreams

Just puppets of a dying world

Marionettes shaped in dreams