Lyrics The Plague - IXION

The Plague

See these ruins
We have buried our existence underground
In this wasteland, we sealed our grave
The devil itself breathes out
A sterile vapour firmament
Contagion to innocent world
Heaven’s face does glow against the doom
It should never have been created
Desperate times, desperate measures
They say this is fantasy, it’s very ecstasy
Won’t belief take them all,
Touching this dreaded sight?
We’ll leave you behind, we need to escape
A new hope for mankind
We think there is no cure
Break my soul
I must hold my tongue and my heart
In this hypocrites
Such bitter business I would like to die
With tristful visage I’m thought-sick at the act
Don’t come with me, I let you go
Your head over my shoulder, I’m sorry