As We Eternally Sleep on It

The seed of Men

From trees now freezing

All silvered leaves

With messages written

The Imitators

In sequences bright

All perpetrators

In chains of gold

From the Wait we got our hearts so wet

The Legend rains our drops of sweat

Sweet all the Season. The crop is Death

Reaped on the Rush. You hate yourself

The best of Men

Through racks now stumbling

Learning the blind walk

All apprentices

The fieriest Men

In sheep's clothing

Have bor exhausted

To everything

And yes we all believe in Madness

We are being born at the sound of Ends

And yes we all believe in cruelty

We breed it out so easily

It used to be the pride of Men

Now a flame put out by the cold in his hand

And yes we all have signed the pacts

We knew so well nothing was left

And yes we still believe in Beauty

As we eternally sleep on it

The last of Men

All hide in here

Domesticated by everything

What's left of the Man

I had within

Now gone forever

The Beast sets in

And yes we all believe in Fury

When nothing else is supposed to be

Consumed are now all the rewards

As we eternally...