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Evile - Eternal Empire Evile - Eternal Empire |
*** Autor textu: Matt Drake *** Autor hudby: Evile | A seed is planted of a greater place
Where no wrongs shall ever be done
Where all dreams and wishes be granted
And our fears forever overcome
What can you say of limited life
Are you never satisfied?
With no uncertainty to tread
But me, I’d rather be dead
At the end they promise one more chance at life
With a word, with a book, with their selfish rites
On and on await the ever burning light
Never take, never break, never leave the line
Keeping all of worth no matter what remains
When it’s time nothing more enough my eyes explain
Ever we endure the wisdom of mistakes
Never right, never wrong but always ours to make
If I met this maker
I’d beg they listen well
To many histories gathered from this hell
Nothing could give purpose
To that I’ve no desire
A prison of the soul
Eternal empire
Time irresolute will ever take its toll
Many ways, many words, each of us our own
Seeing past the veil with nothing more to learn
Given voice, given vote, I wish to not return
Service for reward the next life it can be
For this tide be here now a selfish act it seems
Rapture for oneself a greed to yet reject
Further on in my sight the universe connect
If I met this maker
I’d beg they listen well
To many histories gathered from this hell
Nothing could give purpose
To that I’ve no desire
A prison of the soul
Eternal empire
Pacified by a life restrained
Gone are shades that defined
Complacent the wicked friend
If this is life
I want no...
Empire, eternal empire,
I need no kingdom
Empire, eternal empire
I take the poison for the cure.
Past heavens gate, there is no escape
For the ages I’ll have laid my head down
Feed me no concern, for this I have learned
Seeing forever all is mine to burn
All is mine to burn
Empire, eternal empire, I need no kingdom
Empire, eternal empire, I take the poison
If I met this maker
I’d beg they listen well
To many histories gathered from this hell
Nothing could give purpose
To that I’ve no desire
A prison of the soul
Eternal empire
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