From earth and dust they were born,
unaware of the knowledge around.
Evolving minds since creation,
walking the path to meet their destiny.

Paralysed in deepest fear,
the reaper's scythe is drawing near,
the hour of death has arrived.

Departed from humanity,
they have eaten fruits of insanity.
The black unfolded like the curtains on stage,
eyes open knowing good and evil.

Paralysed in deepest fear,
the reaper's scythe is drawing near,
the hour of death has arrived.

Delusions of hope fading away,
banned into an endless journey.
Finding comfort in a distant past,
a roaming spirits forever lost.

Paralysed in deepest fear,
the reaper's scythe is coming near.
Paralysed in deepest fear,
the reaper's scythe is drawing near,
the hour of death has arrived.

Delusions of hope fading away,
banned into an endless journey.
Finding comfort in a distant past,
a roaming spirits forever lost.


Lyrics submitted by Octavarium64

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