Ruin

歌词

The knowledge that seeking the favor of another 

Means the murder of self. 

This is the resolution 

The end of all progress 

The death of evolution 

It bleeds all life away. 

Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow. 

Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. 

You will one day rise 

To flood the banks of the chosen. 

This is the art of ruin. 

This is the resolution 

The end of all progress 

The death of evolution 

It bleeds all life away. 

I will show you all that I have mastered 

Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power. 

This is the art of ruin.