Human Improvement Process - This Dreadful Solace | Текст песни

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Through millions of universes
with the fury of a god
to save them from their
sins that kill them slowly

We are the verb,
the existence
and the only truth
Let's go to
war against our son,
to free him from his madness

we are the only hope for their souls
no one will stop us

We come from eternity, to save them from themselves
between us, thousands of dead stars

burning civilization,
we adjust the decay
of their distorted consciences

Counting all the tears
that I've wept through the years
trying to improve them,
despite their mistakes

You've almost come to an end
like your Atlanteans brothers, [trapped in a corner]
our first sons,
you've chosen the darkside

...

(chorus)
between us, thousands of dead stars

...

The end has come
for the Ancients' sons
behold the creators
of the universe
(behold the creators!!!)

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