Riddles in Devil's Tongue Lyrics

Forever disarray
Upon the remains
Of the old world
Kings and beggars
Winds, embers, mud and flood
Graveyards opening their arms

For yet another mass death

And when this species
Faces the earth's own little karma
We become nothing more
Than what trees and stars make of us

We've reached the vast array of shit
Paved underneath the feet of the damned
As they cleave unto others
And rely upon the language of graves

Surrender
To the farthest side of the other
And leave the edges of tomorrow behind
To become a second hand vessel of death

We've reached the vast array of shit
Paved underneath the feet of the damned
As they cleave unto others
And rely upon the language of graves

Often by fire, death is closer
So little the cold, will matter anymore

Always in futurity
Always in misbelief
But my time will come