Текст песни Time Of Defeats - Cult

Cult

uselessness
razor blade
leaves
The wounds in the souls

uselessness
The wounds in the souls

Dreams of a century gold
Dawn erase snatches of sleep
Phantom of the era reflected
In the eyes wide open
That slave glance
Under a low gray sky
Seeking salvation
In the long-blinded faith

For those who so wander
there will be a guide

Speeches networks zavlekut
In a man-made temple
It inspires, so that everything was
Their idea of ​​creating gods

Exalted is the idol of the crowd
Its grandeur eclipsing the sun
Commanding a mass of silent
Deceased power will gain dominance

domination

Behind the scenes
Under the guise of an ideal
Cultist
endowed with superior