Seeds of Destruction - Sons Of Aeon

Sight into the future… Does not exist

We need no prophets to realise it

Next breath you’re about to take

Could be your last

Drown yourself in hatred, forget the past

This world of confusion

Where moral is just a word

Meaningless and forgotten…

Thing we should not talk about

Souls for sale

Dreams of yesterday… Drifting away

A glimpse of humanity… Does not exist

See the smile on their faces… You’ll realise it

Filth holds the reins of power

Rivers are turning red

Irrigate the fields of hate

Sow the seeds of destruction

There will be blood… Where dead roses bloom