Paroles de Stench Of The Iron Age

The crippled bull of dischord, wrath, and avarice Will find its way into another age Ebb, flow, return again. Flower of disease blossoms again Speak; do not tremble. Gasp contently and disappear Oh! This dance of distraction; we ponder the pities of plastic and passion We learn, in cold precise fashion, as we merge with this cancer we've made Behold! Eternal returning; arise the black sun, this scorched earth has stopped turning Deceit, our modern condition. We stare at the face of this grand contradiction Speak! Do not tremble. Gasp contently and disappear You will hide in the caverns of mountains. Vomit, the stench of this iron age Nameless creatures, speaking in tongues forgotten. Of fear, born fire and rage (Fear, born fire and rage) Only traces are left behind. Sorry, silent stares breathing poisoned air Children shrieking towards the sky. Hatred they declare, and they care not where Ebb, flow, return again. Flower of disease blossoms again Speak! do not tremble. Gasp contently and disappear Oh! This dance of distraction; we ponder the pities of plastic and passion We learn, in cold precise fashion, as we merge with this cancer we've made Behold! Eternal returning; arise the black sun, this scorched earth has stopped turning Deceit, our modern condition. We stare at the face of this grand contradiction.