It's too late
Always has been, always will be too late
You shut out what you are afraid of
A clock without a craftsman
Perhaps nothing is made
Nothing ends
Nothing ever ends
Wisdom or curse
Peace based on a lie
They claim their labors are to build a heaven
Wisdom or curse
The heaven is populated with horrors
They'll shout "Save us"
He'll whisper "NO"
None of you seem to understand
I'm not locked in here with you
You refuse to see things from my perspective
You refuse to see life on life's terms
Everyday, the future looks a little bit darker
But the past, even the grimy parts of it, keep on getting brighter
Everyday, the future looks a little bit darker
I've done what I came here for
You are a lifer
None of you seem to understand
I'm not locked in here with you
I refuse to be here, it's a peace based on a lie
I refuse to be here
It's a curse
This album is haunting, beautiful, and cathartic. One of the best post-black metal albums out there. I bought a cd on Discogs, but needed the vinyl. Доберман Сатз