كلمات Conqueror

Stuck in endless repeat Mere actors in this play Drinking bile from the same fountains Wading on through shit Forever chasing the phantom But never catching it All that you desire, that you believe Will be swept away The great void is calling your name For now amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude It writhes! It writhes! And seraphs weep Bleed! Die! Screaming on your knees Its hunger is eternal, as it eats away Devouring all that ever was and will be Conquering our fate All the liars, all the puppets Will be just dirt in the ground Out! Out! Out are the lights No hope! Everything dies Out! Out! Out are the lights No hope! Everything must die