Album: Insecure (2002)Et Nox Facta EstHow that gentle seed could have made
such a bitter fruit?
The suns were far away but all like still lives
were shining in an eternal dawn.
The thunder rumbled into the deaf skies
Creating a myriad of entities called men.
Inside my life has quickly turned to a gruesome celebration,
?cause everyday, men, by their own hands satisfy their dementia.
Inside their heart was reigning the deep and gloomy darkness of a new feeling I don?t have.
But now I understand that word ; the thing they call ?fear?.
They broke the spell tonight, now I got to divorce them.
They have committed an unforgivable sin and signed a pact with my starving rival.
I have lost the final battle.
Goodbye.
Adeus.
