The Weakest of Men - Apotelesma

Please sink with us

Let our weakness entangle

So we may find salvation

In the hands of time

«When you hide your face, they are terrified

When you take away their breath

They die, and return to dust»

Crooked world

Formless void

Like vessels we sink

Into the blackest of depths

The blackest of deaths

May our consciousness not rest

Nor long for days of illumination

May we wither and rebuild

Upon the ashes of many

So that our weakness will not be divulged

To the weakest of men

They, who carry serpent tongues

Voel, een diabolische gewaarwording

Een onbestemd gevoel

Nu resteren alleen lange uren

De tijd schiet tekort

O, please sink with us

Let our weakness entangle

So we may find salvation

In the hands of time

Nu resteren alleen lange uren

De tijd schiet tekort