Fleshforged Columns of Deceit Lyrics

The tortuous path I clamber into mere shells,
deprived of the breath of life from the humanoid face.

Useless by rational concepts represent the last stage in which their consciences lie,
needless to think of a possible redemption,
revolting combination of uneven patterns
that allows their existence,
surgically deprived of the light of wisdom.

Here among uproarious souls
rages the atrocious defense of the bastion of science.

Figures mnemonics rated idleness and vice,
in a restoration of arcane virtues,
the guests at the symposium invoke a miraculous apparition.

Expelled by the common rules of annexation to transcendence,
in the light of perpetual chaos.

Restoration of arcane languages and combinatorial arts.

Anthropomorphic iconography, spread of the deeper malaise.

The tortuous path I clamber into mere shells,
deprived of the breath of life from the humanoid face.

Governed by the extreme matches we extract the raw material from,
which merges in the supreme conception to turn everything into nothingness

.....endlessly rising unstoppable force.