Behind the bloody gears, lies the mechanism of decay,
moving the wheels of misery, tying the rope around
their fragile necks. They dug their own graves, prematu-
re burial of this creation. The fake face of empathy, for-
tune takes its choice, the new era should begin. Order fi-
nally lies in our hands, the blood of the weak has spread
on the ground. We will create a new being that will su
rrender to our volition until they become like the crevi-
ces in our hands. Not even the spirit of the most warlike
king could keep his throne standing up. The error of
creation has been torn apart from the tree of life. I have
recovered destiny, shattering their throats, taking breath
away from the last one of them that remained groaning,
even the deceased have thanked perishing before our
arrival. Gambling with their faith to be saved by their
lord, the decline of all human form is here, just below,
surrounded by dust. We were just hidden witnesses, of a
degradation of life. Human remains will rise with us to
give an answer to our miscalculations, time will reveal a
new race, melting away the past of this unholy creatures.
Coming back home, we'll be touched by the memory of
of
the fall o our sons, the void will be superseded with the
birth of a new race.