Songtext von Faustian Winter

Obstructing the pursuit of perfection The decline and the loss of excellence We will destroy more than we achieve In the strive of the faustian soul We are but slaves under the whip Of a goal we will never reach The ruin of our empire Created by our own mortal weakness Constantly searching the unattainable But secretly knowing that the cataclysm Led by the conviction in man Is upon even the highest of cultures We are but slaves under the whip Of a goal we will never reach The ruin of our empire Created by our own weakness Faustian Winter The sun debilitates Faustian Winter As we set ourselves higher than nature And with our ambition to control even the light from the sun We will create the final grave of mankind The ultimate death process begins By mephistophelean principles Souls gradually corroding Our protracted fall is at hand Faustian Winter The sun debilitates Faustian Winter