Black Dementia - Masses Of Perdition Тексты

Will I ever reach the upper levels of existence ?
Death is the sentence
That I give to this dull decaying world
Extinction
My promise of redemption

Humanity
A prey to chase
Something better awaits
Something ancient
Yet something new

Empty faces
Reflections of an inner nothingness
The farce of modernity
Is getting onto its final act

Weak fires still glow
Meagre sources of light
Casting shadows of greater structures
Upon the walls of perdition

Grab your fucking bible
Your time has run out

You cherish so much your empty lives
Worry so hard for some lame concerns
Deppresive electrons is all I see
Ghosts playing life without much success

Amongst the ruins
Where the masses of perdition
Mechanically multiply and breed
In a desperate attempt to fill in the void

The trumpets are being blown in the distance
Depressive masses - the masses of perdition
Your pathetic woe is soon to pass