Sins of Our Creations - Nothnegal

Observe the twisted tendrils of fate

Distorted, demeaning to what I believe

Like quicksand, it drags you in the more you struggle

Too tired to try, I resign to destiny

Hopeless and defeated I am left

Hungry for vengeance I am compelled

To grieve for the life misspent

To moan my loss in silence

The drive to excel has left me

I am but a shell of my former self

Too late for looking back

But not too late for regret

Wake me from this nightmare

Save me from the ghosts of past

Help me escape my inner demons

Spare me the sins of our creations

Wake me from this nightmare

Save me from the ghosts of past

Help me escape my inner demons

Spare me the sins of our creations

Open the doorway to the new age

Clash of titanic wills dacay the world

Right before my eyes all I hoped for fails

Chaotic turn of events.

decease with no cure