Vines of Aftermath Lyrics

The hero, ironicly unarmed, bound by fate, is transformed into particles as the beats defeats the last true hope for the human race. A bareathment of nature, plant like cell process in planet form. A new vision of power arises from the vines of ash left over form the stroggos wars. Legions of the unrested leave their passion for grief and dismay. The future of the great eye is now inside it's own mouth