Testo di Stillborn Acolyte

The sound of nothing speaks to me inspired For my violent sound of honour is soon to roam this land So many hopes, all soul seeking dreams So few levels reality, all so far beneath me Alone, among so many others You pitiful, weak and poor Your tears strike every other than I Far beyond violence. Far beyond this mortal night Beneath this suffering. Over grown truth, which I tend to reveal! Discover the only. Only paths set in victorious glory shines through to the rising idol Drown in sorrow, knowledge appears in knowing your false God has fallen Nature grows the real Discover the only This today. This time of ignorant belonging Hiding mortality in lively taunts of laughter You will never be so alive as I You will never be alive