Sympherium - The Last Civilization

Dead gods or a god to rise
Already it is time to a different night
It is time to every thing change
Or it is time to every thing end
The blood was always red
But the world hath never a single flag
The view was never so gray
Day by day, decay by decay

And from all the civilizations
Shall remain a dirty dust of humanity
The next domain
Shall not be by a thirteenth Caesar
Blessed...
Are ye waiting for the death of future?

I could hear the cries of slaves from Giza

The last apple - rotting
All the pillars - crumbling

Honour, forgotten
Victory, distorted
War by war
Shiva, shew a trishula like never before
Desperate battles, vainly praises
And in the silent empire of decay
A Dionysus chalice shall be raised
And we will drink from it

The times shall always change
But the greed shall always be the same
Eternal paradox of existence:
Acts of chaos, dreams of peace

Tiwanaku, reveal its mysteries

Die with these carcasses of fantasies
I stay with the stars to the infinity

Let the fire from all ages burn slowly
Let the rain fall tirelessly
Let them be smashed by their own steps
Here I have raised my temple

All the hope drowned in Pison
The future stained in crimson

Distante, além das sombras da Suméria
Ganância, sem berço ou sepultura
E na carne está o início da tragédia?

Mors fvtvrae