The crusade for humanity is nearly lost.
Fumes of fould temperament thicken the air,
Envenomed by beings of inborn aggression.
If the wicked are never to rest,
Surely they will not be saved.
And so the hopeful drown in the hopeless.
The side of romance and delusion, always dies.
You, so selfless and concerned are no exception.
And those who would cause you harm.
The remains of salvation lies in graveyards,
Where the soulful have since been absorbed by the soulless.
In laboring for human redemption you are asking brick to be glass...
You lie to yourself to maintain your sanity.
We all lie to ourselves when we feel the hopelessness.
Of a grim tomorrow.
Be winged, leave the dead soil to the dying.
Inherit the wind, soar from the coils that asphyxiate you.
Be winged and climb high, with a wingspan to humble mankind.
- The Creation Ruin
- Misanthropy Pure
- We Who Finish Last
- Chorus Of The Dissimilar
- In The Mind And Marrow
- To Bear The Brunt Of Many..
- Four Earths
- Set Your Body Ablaze
- Be Winged
- Cold Lord Quietus
- 1. At Least A Plausible Case..
- 2. My Heart Bleeds The Darke..
- 3. Misanthropy Pure
- 4. Scornful Of The Motives A..
- 5. Be Winged
- 6. And Their Faces Are Twist..
- 7. A Human Failing
- 8. Reach Beyond The Sun
- 9. Being Exemplary
- 10. Cold Lord Quietus