Aeon

They wrote signs, They carved words on stone. They told lies, To save them from themselves. Searching for a new god to elect, Only to find life after death. They wrote signs, They carved words on stone. They told lies, To save them from themselves. Searching for a new god to elect, Only to find life after death. Look what you've done to this world: We live in segregation, To die in isolation. Watch the clocks stop, Feel your bones turn glass, Hold your breath, immerse yourself. Watch the clocks stop, Feel your bones turn to glass, Hold your breath, immerse yourself. In the eternal abyss of blood and pain, Abyss of blood and pain. Abyss of blood and pain. You will not find clouds, gates, golden stairs and beliefs. You're dirt that the next generations will use to build empires. The planet feeds itself with your energy as you fade away, This is your heaven where you used to dream in happiness. The worms wiggle to enter your flesh and consume you till you'll become a wreath of bones. Become a wreath of bones, Become a wreath of bones. Under this sun, The earth is dry and barren, The seas are dust.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Why won't these wounds heal? Like a field covered in ash, Sinking through my flesh; I will keep them in my mind, As a sign of loyalty betrayed. Why have you betrayed me? How does my blood taste? Why won't these wounds heal? Like a field covered in ash, Sinking through my flesh; I will keep them in my mind, As a sign of loyalty betrayed. Why have you betrayed me? How does my blood taste? How does my blood taste? With your hands you've ended and buried me, In your head madnеss drags you to insanity. And you are watching me, closer than you think, Do you feel thе same knife you've used to stab my back? You try, you try, But these wounds still won't heal. You try, you try, But these wounds still won't heal. Inception, Rejection, As a sinner you search for redemption. Inception, Rejection, You're only waiting for your natural selection. Inception, Rejection, As a sinner you search for redemption. Inception, Rejection, You're only waiting for your natural selection. Every day it's getting colder, Every day it's getting harder. Every day it's getting colder, Every day it's getting harder. Inception, Rejection, As a sinner you search for redemption. As a sinner you search for redemption. With your hands you've ended and buried me, In your head madness drags you to insanity. And you are watching me, closer than you think, Do you feel the same knife you've used to stab my back? You try, you try, But these wounds still won't heal. But these wounds still won't heal.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025