Crust 06. Darkness Becomes Us

Альбом Stoic в мрачных визуализациях Darkness Becomes Us I feel the presence of corrupted souls The sun burns the sign of evil on servants’ skin Well-oiled machine gives a gasp Symbolic masks can no longer hide the faces of their owners Overwhelmed with power and might Infested with devil’s worms The ruler’s sanity dims Victims turn into vultures And enjoy their revenge on rotten corpses of lions and kings Perversions of daily routine poison the soul of the man today His petrified heart can no longer feel And dried eyes shed no tears of repent Pathetic thoughts and obscene desires That’s our paradise It’s built on earth and it’s splendid Gory illustrations show sins in prime Thousands of pages of lies are written for a mentally blind mob Nothingness spreads and grows, becoming strong Winds bring the smell of death that makes everyone drunk Darkness becomes us We become darkness