Exitium bring us peace within the ruin Grant us this release Our tongues are falling away We are the chosen children Soldiers turned to clay Gone are the golden wings of gossamer And the circumstance of decay
We cry for sweet lenore Gone away Shall I slam the door Or is this the beginning Bold are the brazen drones that mold and violate Change is the unattained The goal we seek has withered alone and afraid
We cry and plead for war Gone astray Man's greed has damned us all The anthem of the living Lenore has been chosen She is the leader We shall follow her blindly But beware the rabbit hole is deep
We cry for sweet lenore Gone away Shall I slam the door Withered alone and afraid We cry and plead for war Gone astray Man's greed has damned us all The anthem of the living
This is the ending of all time This is our exitium These are our last words, our last songs These is our swansong I am the last revolution Turn be backward and bastardize me
