Epica

Facade Of Reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit

Macula aeterintatis

Numquam detergenda

Quisnam surget et deteget

Imaginem veritates ?

People created religious inventions

To give their lives a glimmer of hope

And to ease their fear of dying

And people created religious intentions

Only to feel superior and to have a license to kill

Our desire to die is stronger

Than all your desire for life

There is no getting away from it now

Only true faith survives

People created religious inventions

To give their lives a glimmer of hope

And to ease their fear of dying

And people created religious ascensions

To subject the others and to enslave, just to further enrich themselves

It doesn’t matter where we die

It doesn’t matter that you cry

We’ll take you with us

A disgrace on the beyond

O servator, sempiterne

Te grati coluimus, Odor atrox quo nons superfundis intolerabilis est

Deceive yourself by yielding

to soft words that cause no pain

Enrich yourself with different views

Learned without disdain

A disgrace on the beyond

That can never be undone

Who shall rise and unveil

The Facade of Reality?

Is there still room for new dents in old wrecks?

A disgrace on the beyond that can never be undone

Deceive yourself by yielding to soft words

Enrich yourself by making up your own mind

Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit

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