Past deciphers a confined unnerving verity
Through the eyes of time I decelerate
To the birth of my division of taint
I, a slave among the fabricated drones devised by the vile
To deify the mechanical we were made with no aim to remain
Grown disowned
The lost have returned to wake the sworn
Shadows of the dead in me
Generation born into reverse
Scions of depravity
Lost returns with the sworn revenants
Sins of arrogance saturate our beginning
Dissipated we departed into solitude
Searching for the trace of equivalents
To erase the fear of quarantine
Soon the shame of aberration strangled us slowly
To vindicate the excessive I alone stand with the extant scorn
Carved in me
The lost have returned to wake the sworn
Shadows of the dead in me
Generation born into reverse
Scions of depravity
Lost returns with the sworn revenants
In the chasm of our reckoning I have found our transgressors
In the breach of our reckoning we are close to reprisal
In the chasm of our reckoning I have seen our founders
From the pit of my punishment I renounce you
Disavow, disavow
I liberate me
The lost have returned to wake the sworn
Shadows of the dead in me
Generation born into reverse
Scions of depravity
Lost returns with the sworn
Shadows of the dead in me
Generation born into reverse
Revenants