Push the nameless in a grand wheel of fate
Madness, brightness enveloping ourselves
Crush the weary in the grand work of hate
Reunite the lost parts of the Soul
Scatterers, a billion bodies straying inward
A trail of flesh, visions of grandeur, behold the torch-bearer

Pathetic, frantic, lunatic melted as parts in the infinite
Calling the Eve, the Atomic

Throng of the replaceable crawling, aligning fallen ones
Worthy of Chimera’s call, drawing lines in the sands of your god
Patterns immortal, carved dunes illegible, fervent of restless conversion
Spiritual submission, undoing abysmal quest, there is no rest

Pathetic, frantic, lunatic granted a part in the infinite
Crawling to Eve, to Atomic

Side the sufferer, bearer of barbed crowns
Prophet suffering grandeur eternal
Enough to prey on the mortal

Throng of the replaceable falling, failing to the abyss above
Worthy of Chimera’s claws, vanishing time for the sons of your god
Patterns eternal, craved dunes illegible, pervert of restless conversion
Divine submission, undoing abysmal quest, there is no rest

Lyrics submitted by Eudaemon

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