from the stars we came to find the remnants of this fucking prison planet
space travel
nothing short of planetary cleansing could stop this objective or halt our retrieval
but space travel has a way, after light years of motion sickness,
of making my temper burn
this intergalactic nausea
"so listen up, the star-fucked admirals are in orbit this is their demand"
fear
fear the second coming of the astral seed
the only hope for survival
your captive kept in holding
we must set him free
let me into cell 600
don't you understand that the prisoner you have is a DNA archetype
modified by the ancient gods for the faithful ones
let me into cell 600
genetically bound to a killing mind
a master dream to kill the bastard breed
the only defense for human kind
origins of fire
out of the sun
out of the sun
emerge the seed
to make us bleed
return to us
spirit of the age, cleanse this shit dystopia
future ages will know our name


carbon red
(a bounty worth the risk)
blood-stained soil
(revolutions don't come cheap)
sepultured
I took the job and now it's blood to pay this planet's debt
we are the shadow in the sun
the fucking weight of
memory reversed
spirit's afterbirth
there's a chance that the engineers were careless
risking a flight without a real technician
really stupid
and the fact of the matter is
there are no other ways to get the fuck out of here
burn the fueling gates
check the hatch for parasites
another brave new hell
the future outlook for star pilot's suck
we are the shadow of the sun
the iridescent figures won
and we will never be replaced
true reign
memory reversed
spirit's afterbirth
don't let it fade to grey