Inferus Lyrics

Shadows are slowly fading into a paradise of flame
An ocean of blackness that one cannot even explain
A looming feeling of despair that has taken it's hold
The ominous crescent of the moon has fallen on this world
The distorted mirage of the atmosphere is all that remains
A burning light that singes the iris
A forever curse that only clouds the mind
The stigmata of a fallen angel from the sky
No reflection in the form of dark matter
Only hope in the form of light
No reflection in the form of dark matter
Only hope in the form of light
Shadows are slowly fading into a paradise of flame
An ocean of blackness that one cannot even explain
A looming feeling of despair that has taken it's hold
The ominous crescent of the moon has fallen on this world
The distorted mirage of the atmosphere is all that remains
A burning light that singes the iris
A forever curse that only clouds the mind
The stigmata of a fallen angel from the sky
The heavens have opened in the fall of the human race
The nightmare of disease has overwhelmed the population
(Overwhelmed the population)
Discrimination between right or wrong, and good or evil
Recognition of the fine line that we all have crossed
(That we all have crossed)
The heavens have opened in the fall of the human race
The nightmare of disease has overwhelmed the population
Discrimination between right or wrong, and good or evil
Recognition of the fine line that we all have crossed
(That we all have crossed)
The art of discipline has long been lost among
The days in which we live, the peers in which we know
The art of discipline has long been lost among
The days in which we live, the peers in which we know
No one escapes their fate
No one escapes consequence of their choices made
Slowly awaiting a judgement day
Standing still in the motion of time
No one escapes their fate
No one escapes consequence of their choices made
Slowly awaiting a judgement day
Standing still in the motion of time
The art of discipline has long been lost among
The days in which we live, the peers in which we know
The art of discipline has long been lost among
The days in which we live, the peers in which we know
No one escapes their fate
No one escapes consequence of their choices made
Slowly awaiting a judgement day
Standing still in the motion of time
No one escapes their fate
No one escapes consequence of their choices made
Slowly awaiting a judgement day
Standing still in the motion of time