Lyrics VIII Echoes - Masakari

VIII Echoes

follow one another in an endless procession of nothingness
Darkness, without end
Power is in the hands that feed,
for existence is conditioned by echoes
A reprise of commands that turn upside down again and again
The hourglass of our subsistence
For our own thoughts, our enemies will be found and war will be waged
No gods no rules no judgments just the ones you accept or create.