Shylmagoghnar все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Bitter is the taste of my contempt for those
protecting their dreamscape; as such becoming foe
of humanity and reason; for truth they can't endure
Reality denied; like sick that fear the cure

I paint myself with the blood of life
so cruelly culled by the hands of Adam
Armed with hate and malice; for millennia to come

Humankind has squandered the gifts that Mother gave
A world of wealth and plenty; led to an early grave
And paths to so-called 'progress' with blood of millions paved

Utopia soon out of reach
as swords grew mightier than the plough
Such promise of superiority
tell me - where are we now?