Woorden: Solitude Aeturnus. Spiral Descent.

Eating from the sacrificial - tainted bowl
Ripping out the roots our our consciousness
We all go blind

into the void

[CHORUS]
By the hands of - doom
Pushed to the - wall

Fear the inescapable - you all will fall
No one is spared - you all will crawl

Burning out from the rhetoric - holy words
We sell our souls