And to Posterity a Plague Lyrics

And to Posterity we sent a Plague.
Creating destruction, forging decay.

Who will ever grant us absolution for the crimes we daily commit?
Who will wash free our hands from the blood that sticks with them?

The faceless screams of misery, the catalogue of pain, should make the stones weep.

You can't enlighten the mind without blackening your soul.

The faceless screams of misery, the catalogue of pain, should make the stones weep.

We should bear the fiercest grudge against the unjust.
Yet our wrath is choked.

And to Posterity we sent a Plague.
Creating destruction, forging decay.

This silence is false.
The silenced are falsed.

This silence is false.
The silenced are falsed.

You can't enlighten the mind without blackening your soul.

You can't enlighten the mind without blackening your soul.