The Dying Art Of Recreation - Dark Age

There is no peace in men

But thus do I warn you to master life without a treatment

… or splittet tongues will speak to you

Be careful, be careful when you fight the monsters

Be careful, careful before you become one

There is no love in men

But thus do I warn you to confirm life with no achievement

… or their voice will lie to you

Be careful, be careful when you fight the monsters

Be careful, careful before you become one

No matter how wrong, no matter for how long

One knows only defeature in life

No matter how wrong, no matter for how long

One knows there’s no way in life

There is no soul in men

But thus do you warn me to recreate my unique picture

To show this world who is not like you

Be careful, be careful when you fight the demons

Be careful, careful before you become one

No matter how wrong, no matter for how long

One knows only defeature in life

No matter how wrong, no matter for how long

One knows there’s no way in life

Not by wrath does this world kill, but by laughter

Not by pain does this world kill, but by laughter

Not by hate does this world kill, but by laughter

The root of all evil lies in the heart of men