Icons In The Dust
The children of the old empire
Look at their cities in the fire
Afraid and naked they pray in vain
The god deceived invoked again
Mankind, lost mankind
Slave of your-sin, slave
With their empty eyes, they scan the distant skies
Waiting for the forgiveness, they will have only darkness
Useless cry, useless worry, they cur the fate
Useless cry, useless worry, but now it's too late
But now it's too late
With no limits, is their decay
They choose their way, day after day
A slowly procession to the grave
Hiding their guilt in the soul's cave
Time after time, as I write in the stone
The dawn of the new age born in the scorn
Icons in dust, devoured by rust
The cross in the mud disappears so fast
Icons in the dust the cross in the mud
With no limits, is their decay
They choose their way, day after day
A slowly procession to the grave
Hiding their guilt in soul's cave
Time after time, as I write in the stone
The dawn of the new age born in the scorn
Icons in dust, devoured by rust
The cross in the mud disappears so fast
The last days...creeping deception
Rebel sons...renounce to redemption
The abyss calls..the death of light
Eternal torment..the ultimate fight
Stupid vanity the source of evil
Blind pride the seed of the Devil
With no limits, is their decay
They choose their way, day after day
A slowly procession to the grave
Hiding their guilt in soul's cave
Time after time, as I write in the stone
The dawn of the new age born in the scorn
Icons in dust, devoured by rust
The cross in the mud disappears so fast.
