Visceral Throne - Epitaph

istory
Showing the failure of man
Displaced are our emotions to be
A failure, by our own hand

Look towards the heavens, towards the gods
Look for an answer above
Silence now floods your ears
An Epitaph for all man

Breeding
A spiraled
Diseased
Race

Destined for the grave, inherently
Lusting for much more, religiously
Never to be filled, with fulfillment
Constant suffering, in the human mind

An Epitaph for the dead is carved into your flesh
Self mutilated victim from the suffering within
End the suffering of your life, see the colors fade
Fall into the black abyss where you eternally...
Sleep

This is the final answer
The cure to all of your fears
Face your god or face nothing
That you will now see
Carved within your dead flesh
Your epitaph it now reads
A god I now have become
A god of lucid being