Inside Conflict

Back to the unknown land of the unborn Extirpate their soul From this dying mold All they will leave here is a bloodstain Imprinted on the parched roots of our pain Can you hear the laughs of the dead ? This is the sound of Freedom... The organic shackles are broken The blackened dream is forgotten...but unforgiven A morbid dance begins on a extinct furnace The thick smoke conceals the disgrace Of the kneeling bodies With their bloodshot eyes They only see deformed shadows The burning wind sweeps along the ashes Of a still-born god From Letras Mania