Текст песни: Movin’ On Up the Nation’s Chain + перевод

The temple coruscates of voices

Of the selfish and sullen

I can feel them breathing down my neck

My blackened heart can’t save me now

The force at work is unbeknownst to me

But it’s crushing my chest and taking over me

Soon to desecrate and swallow survivors, this must be…

This is power, this is hatred in it’s truest form

Broken down and coupled with possession

Of the weak and the willing to suffer

Survival rests upon the shoulders of I

But echoes taunt me, silence haunts me

And they’re getting closer

Wasting hours as i cower here, am i the last one left?

The temple coruscates of screams, of the dead and devoured

I can see the blood drip from my blade, it seems my

Blackened heart has saved me now

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