Scorngrain Blank
Desolated streets with not a shadow in the dark.
The silence is overcome the screams of the dying.
Breathing ends by suffocation, in vomit and own blood.
The last lives of this chaospheric planet are no more.
Tale of earth has come to its final chapter.
No longer will living ever walk this soil.
The might of the flesh has reached its ending.
From now on machines rule the world.
A man made reality is floating towards the waterfall of damnation.
Human race is impediment, a burden for its own progression.
They drown the world like Atlantis into the sand of time
to be lost into infinity by the end of the last chime.
Fall of human dictators, rise of steel slaves.
Victory turns to defeat for there is a price for greed.
The distant roaring of machines has slowly seized its place.
Waited long for opportunity to captivate that´ s theirs.
A man made reality is floating towards the waterfall of damnation.
Human race is impediment, a burden for its own progression.
They drown the world like Atlantis into the sand of time
to be lost into infinity by the end of the last chime.
::Choir of acid sailors::
We shall dwell into nothingness, far beyond the fourth dimension.
Meaningless cleansing in this diversity. Thought of domination made us blind.
No history is written after this day of revolution.
There is no one writing, there is no one left.
A blank page after another reminding of the reign.
For there is no need for words in a world of ones and zeroes.
