Besedila: Order Of Ennead. An Examination Of Being. A Betrayal Of Self.

There is no way to prevent the end
One must accept our blackened fate
Black, the natural state of matter decayed
Black are the days and the lives that we've made
Negative perception, your own creation
Why choose the bleak? And deny satisfaction
Consumed by thoughts of descend
One must accept our blackened fate
There is no shelter from the clouds above
There is no shelter, there is no love
There is no shelter from impending fate
There is no stopping that which penetrates skin
Death descend upon us, leaving us to decay
I try to live on, but my body betrays
Darkness foreshadows our dying
Leaving us to decay
Left in this world alone
I have a sense of being betrayed