Winds of Torment - When the Living Feed the Dead Тексты

Adore the machine, master of your world, of your dreams, of your mind
Believe in yourself, to trust your system, and forget all of your frights
Open your eyes...
Insects, parasites, vermin in cages, your day-meal is in your graves
Your soul we devour, we are the shepherds, and we breed our human slaves
Thraldom is your fate, you're the battery that we need to rule you all
Ghoulish cadavers, lie under control,
The matrix will rape your brain

The obdurate craving for dominion
Of the elder ancestors, blinded by their pride
Roused the ageless wrath, the rage of the higher gods of creation
Fooled by the instruments they had conceived, the sun vanished forever from their sight
The few survivors, living for the prophecy
Wait for the one...

Mankind colony erased forever, on the way to genocide
We seek morpheus, crush the rebellion from the root but who decides?
We can make you speak, we are the agents, we're perfect, so we can't fail
Feeding the newborn with the flesh of the dead to create a brand new race
Open your mind…
Obey computers, your only leaders, perception forbidden
Rebels, treachery, the tool of your loss, betrayal on your own side
Violence and bloodsheds die under control
The matrix possess you...

The silence is tearing the putrid water apart
The story just begins
When the living feed the dead
Swallowing the red pill
As a choice to release the truth
The legend of the chosen one…
As we're waiting for the sentinel…
We're searching for a guide to awake the human race
To zyon we'll return…
When the living feed the dead