Avatar Of Innocence - Circle Of Dead Children

Hammer of propaganda bashed with precision into the eyes of light

Return me to an era of only pure force and movements

Vortex of vibrations and purposeful thought

It has all become just magic now and the authors and guardians of the secrets

and solutions have laughed for the final time

Shown to me as the avatar of innocence but barb-wired with unseen malice and

fervor

Blessed be the powers of disfigurement for they say millions of useless of

eaters have become too difficult to handle

Humanity the legend

The wails of men from disparate tribes disturb not even a bird in these days

No white flags to wave

Survival clock tic harder until the lowest of our bowels struggles with

self-defeat

Roll along, roll along, heads will roll along

Roll along, roll along, heads will roll along

Tic harder

Bowels struggle for self-defeat