Tirades of Truth کے بول

Reaping the wind through this mortal shell In the wake of destruction this will not fail Walking through shadows defined by my suffering Feeding the spirit through divine intervention Out of the fire, so much for compassion I've thrown it to desire, in time you'll hear Tirades of truth Glazed and angry eyes Spoken to by the breath of Gods In the valley of deaths decision The judgement...listen The last kind words ever said will be You will live below angels and above beasts It's seldom clear the roads to temptation Are filled with such peril but the human spirit can Soar, it's more than we can ever be in one lifetime We need more to become Gods ourselves [Chorus]