Swan Song 歌词

As broken bells resound In the church of megalomania The stench of death surrounds The fiends of spiritual necromania Deluded stooges amass Still clinging to empty vows For one final ebrious mass Never temple, always slaughterhouse Too long have the watchers gazed upon The cancerous boils of arrogance Now time has carved the path The mirage of relevance Worn down in corrosion's quiet attrition Corporeal elements Subvert its Sisyphean accretion Orbital decay And crawling hydrogen depletion Enough to burn away A pantheon of superstition No call for your glory Amidst the howling winds that feed Time's vast cemetery Erased are the stories Doused, the fires stolen from the sky Now an ashen mortuary Too long have the watchers gazed upon The cancerous boils of arrogance Now time has carved the path Too long has the continuum been riled By biotic usurpation Now entropy has pulled the plug No call for your glory Amidst the howling winds that feed Time's vast cemetery Erased are the stories Doused, the fires stolen from the sky And its worthless luminaries Come, death Let your gracious silent storm Disperse the swan song of all life Come, death Dispel the nightmare of eternal life Come, death Lay waste to the pious The just and the depraved alike Their shrines Their monuments Their whores and their fucking gods Come wipe out every last pathetic trace Come at last Wipe it all away