Come nearer To your last step Don’t forget To look back And what do you see there? What do you see?
Gone blind you don’t see the true essence Herd grazed in the field of lie Herd eating its own posterity You lose, you don’t die
Give the price to your existence Everybody has their own doomsday
The haze is live, silent, it calls, whispers Will give you last answers Will remind of death’s arrival, will give the whisper to you about time Will push to your last door. Where all your crimes!
Your mask will be broken by a flame. Everybody has their own doomsday.
You feel it, you know it, you confirm that, That this fucking world has already died. You feel it, you know it, you confirm.