Vitrification, Ineludible Meditation Lyrics

Journey afar,
To wipe the land;
Burn out under energy spread;
Flesh is seedless,
Sight is preachless,
The filth is forged
Upon the miracle of being;
We turn to glass,
Whole world is glass,
We seem to sink in glass,
Our grave is glass.
Solitude of grimness worship,
The paragon of consonance;
Endless turn of the wheel.
Split is a second to none of the existent,
Morphing into primal crippled nascence;
Soring the deep injury of centuries;
I plead for nothingness.
Zero is the level
Of the turning point,
When we all turn to glass;
Compromising
The enormous spread
Of energy we hold
Of power we hear
Of our endless wrath
And the wrath that used to be,
Will spread among the lifeless ruins,
Bringing death and devastation;
And all will turn to zero,
And all will turn to glass.