Sons of dust believe in afterlife they can't believe there's nothing after death Men can't accept the very concept of nothingness So they feel like caged animals
Every man has an inner need to believe in immortality, and for this since the dawn of time he's falling beetwen the nails of illusion Every man has the inner need to hang on to immortality not to fall into despair and to deal with the fear of the unknown
How can they believe in the existence of light or other deceits when every day thousands of vultures wait for our blood and flesh to feast
Lonely in our minds our thoughts wander without finding the sanctuary of illusions but they found the dark throne of the god of pain
Every man has an inner need to believe in immortality, and for this since the dawn of time he's falling into the clutches of the priests Every man has the inner need to hang on to immortality not to fall into despair and to deal with the fear of the unknown
Every man has an inner need to believe in immortality, and for this since the dawn of time he's falling beetwen the nails of illusion Every man has the inner need to hang on to immortality not to fall into despair and to deal with the fear of the unknown