Paroles de The Birth

Creation, of something, so impure spawning new life A new breed, and the pure, is sacrificed Ambitions, fed from greed, destroying all we know Ignorance, no excuse, plague continues to grow Soon it shall be, a pale, reflection Of what we, used to know, feel its infection Laugh at me now, in your eyes I am the fool Mock my words, but soon you shall see the truth Ignorance is no excuse, the plague continues to grow Awaiting the day, it destroys all that we know