Ulcerate - Omens lyrics

The reverence of those lost owed to the land To us it is withered and worthless To us it does not belong What of this radiance we have left behind? Creatures of abyss, born of vice We are not they They preach chaos and delusion And welcome it without breath With the omens in flame We are still; we desert the truth Truth has no name here Anonymous in clouded vision Our disgrace, far from reach Left unknown