At The Throne of Judgment - Discarnate By Design Songtexte

For every casket contrived,
There was a life prepared for its abode,
But now the ground holds the living,
How shall this work?


In the ground,
Beneath the soil,
Her Feral will to live,
Exceeds her.

As she realizes,
In this apalling pastime,
She was nothing but a pawn.

A simple murmur,
Admist the dawns -
The dawn of Being,
a time for believing.

Oh,
How the night,
Reminds me of my shadowed thoughts.
My malicious plot.
Unveling to me
What redemption
I had previously lost.


For every casket contrived,
There was a life prepared for its abode,
But now the ground holds the living,
How shall this work?

A ghost she becomes
Without a home
She is bodiless and doomed


In the ground,
Beneath the soil,
Her Feral will to live,
Exceeds her.

As she realizes,
In this apalling pastime,
She was nothing but a pawn.

Remember me?
Twisted lady, I hope you regret everything sincere,
As I hammer, try to cohere.
Your indifference is my motive to make you suffer.
I hope you'll enjoy this velvet cover,
You'll die just like all the otheres.


A simple murmur,
Admist the dawns -
The dawn of Being,
a time for believing.

Oh,
How the night,
Reminds me of my shadowed thoughts.
My malicious plot.
Unveling to me
What redemption
I had previously lost.