As seen through my eyes the world is already dead
Yet monuments of pain and death
Remain shells beyond emptiness
Beyond hate
The winds of war travelled through every life
Those who stood above the fall
Still standing proud
Came the fall of false and true
Nothing mattered, yet the pain, misery and hate
Misanthropy was the truth, survived the days
When death was revealed
Like in times of glory
Truly dark, shining black, serpent of fall
Hymns of doom, judgement tolls
Now in memories
They all fell, will never rise
No, nothing matters, nothing did, yet the pain
As a stone he stands, megalith of dead-end dreams
Life is forgotten
We can go proud
Yes the way was lit, brought the war
Bearer of torch
Weaves the fall as he did
I live the dream of the misanthrope
Conquered all, yet the pain remains
Nothing matters no nothing did
Torch bearer feared the truth
Murderer of pleasent dreams
Thus the pain, bore the fall
Joy is dead, always was
Life goes on dead
No, I know not, who called my name
I know the happy reaper (who called my name)
gave the torch for me to bear
The winds are gone, war has died
I bore the torch
In dead-end dreams
Nothing matters, nothing did
Yet the pain
Nothing to hate
Wish I could
Life goes on dead
Born alone, always dead
Waves of void hit the shores
I see the goat in my eyes