For it imposes death in lieu of life.

An implied contradiction of  conceivable reality.

Be it the wind that rocks the grass or the pain of impalement causing this euphoric perception.

The human mind, non-existent, depends on it’s own deception.

Of virgin birth, lifelessness is born.

From dead air we rise.

From dead air we live.

From dead air, our deepest dream will be fulfilled.

Deprive the rules of chaos, the order they contain.

With outspoken meaning, a rotten man again.

Of forgotten lives, all live to tell the tale.

Amongst omertá and dishonest men, the code is destined to fail.

An epic written with the blood of life.

Decline the progress unpredicted.

Our everlasting failure has opened the door.

For now, humanity will be no more.