Heritage of the Desolated - Everlost

Crowned with purified illusion Right behind the throne you stand Get me rid of your religion The religion of the d**ned Stripped of all the gifts corrupt They c

I take it while I can On a way to the promised hell I think Therefore I am I sin Therefore I'm well Until you hit the ground That you curse from above Until red

You're manufacturing your own obsession By the paroxysmal escapism By the artificial senses Fostered to provide protection From the justified cannibalism Wastin

We are the species of the dead Forever trying to return the fled Which we've lost But never had Be careful what you ignore Be careful what you adore Ideals will

Demolishing the ruins of ambivalence Inhale the wrath of mortal flesh Which defies the tyrannies of existence Burning down to be reborn from ash The adepts of t

Why did you grow attached to All the pain that your life brings How come you found comfort In pulling your own strings Don't speak these words They fall on ston