Thine Draft From The Apocalypse by Flauros Lyrics

"In the flames I saw a child in pain
If the eyes of children are the gateways
Into heaven, then christ himself
Must be petrified with fear..."
If I burn may the world burn with me
For the husked seed of death has been sown
Could a breath of wind in the trees be my dogma
As the apocalypse has been taken from the hands of god?
"Does a man see the reflection of god from the mirror?
Genetic perfection, yet a creational failure."
Thine draft from the zenith...
The world at its end
Forlorn crying for forgiveness
In the astral garden
Blindfolded evolution
Breeding from the lair of mother earth
Cursed with the burden of ordeal
Waiting for chance to rebirth
Twentyfourth of December two thousand and twelve
A dawn for the new about to come
I close my eyes and feel how they bleed...
Before the plangent howl of forfeit future
Thine draft from the zenith...
The world at its end
Forlorn crying for forgiveness
In the astral garden
Blindfolded evolution
Breeding from the lair of mother earth
Cursed with the burden of ordeal
Waiting for chance to rebirth