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Lirieke: Darkane. Pile Of Hate.

Deep down in the unfathomed hollow pits of disbelief
These bottomless voids of despair and anguish
Countless masses dwell in misconduct
Bonded by chains built by our own urge to devastate

Enter the abandoned desert
A world built here for our blind eyes
Based on lies of dark disbelief
Grown to obey under ignorance

As they feed on the remains of our pathetic lives
Evil minds molten together in a pile of hate
That gives birth to infinite malice
Used to reap the harvest of the least resistant

I am worshiped by your Gods
And chased by your demons
I am worshiped by your Gods
And chased by your demons

Enter the abandoned desert
A world built here for our blind eyes
Based on lies of dark disbelief
Grown to obey under ignorance

Millions of souls unknowing that their
Destiny is to give nourishment to
Their own holocaust

Forced to spend their precious
Lives in a savage existence

The evolution has stopped because
Our instincts were programmed to
Self extermination

Locked up because they need to believe they are superior
Freedom broken down to fragments of lost dreams
In this dominion all illusions are lost
Faith is a word that has lost its meaning

I am worshiped by your Gods
And chased by your demons
I am worshiped by your Gods
And chased by your demons

Enter the abandoned desert
A world built here for our blind eyes
Based on lies of dark disbelief
Grown to obey under ignorance

The evolution has stopped because
Our instincts were programmed to
Self extermination