Crown the impulse that deliberately fall defeat in spiritless action Isolation - burn the greenwood order of the vertical path
Descendent crawl in the remnants of one thousand lies Restaging torching a world that was left behind Zodiackyl light
Cross the sharpest void deride the embers of his faith the bringer that on million horses ride
Waiting for the call within the spark of sin ever reminiscent of the coming of storm Can you see the cosmic face in which disorder lies
Burning of opression the inventor is the killing hand Be that of the darkest sin to frustrate hope and love
I shall not be blinded I shall not be forced
Resistance feasting on debris from celestical wars
Burning in the sky beyond the realm of time Sequence of the nucleus the glowing dust in flight Zodijackal light
And they ride, they ride the drama takes the lead the beast of heaven their guide
Racing through the vastness constellation disarray that darkness could not have existed that bares no witness to the light
Sweet endless Perpetually pronge through interior vaults So seamless Joints of time cannot shackle the beast
Zodijackyl light.
2. Razorfever
Born of laughter strangled by sin No remorse mistreat the soul again
No features the blur of things denied No return the cross to bear is my own
Just one sip and life returns Razorfever
The pollution of your narrow perception Read into the lines of men's work Degeneration: let the truth be known Numb the pain with the liquid of fire
Razorfever burns
Born a desperation's child admist the last descent Fierce as that of angel's wrath to lay the soul to rest
Just one sip Just one more Just one and so my world can be restored.
3. Shadowlit Facade
Develop every aspect enchance its foetal form distort for the purpose of another aim
For you shall know me see why in shadows I hide Lest be thy own defeat Contence refined
Truth might falter give up your vows update the aura of the shadowlit facade
Pinned down to your defences by the struggle for one others awe Content in loneliness
For the dawn shall cast no shadow from your monolith of lies descend from the delusion of degradation and despair For the one that reaps good fortune on the cost of all good faith Suffering must lead him on amidst his loneliness For the one who speaks besides his tongue shall learn all is not good and fair All in vain - the search that never ends
Action, reaction still no words come clear in denial of the constant change
Unbegun, undenial, unforseen by thee the words underneath the shelter be Spare me.
