Epica – Façade Of Reality 0

Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit

Macula aeternitatis
Nunquam detergenda
Quisnam surget et deteget
Imaginem veritatis?

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 nos superfundis intolerabilis est

Deceive yourself by yelding 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 façade of Reality?

Is there still room for new dents in onde 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