Текст песни Creation (Through Destruction) - Esoteric
Night
surrounds
me,
As
I
sit
alone,
In
the
indecipherable
darkness.
I
smell
the
noise
of
past.
Vivacity
of
the
wind
begets
clear
my
mind.
In
eternal
isolation.
Those
that
pretend
to
care,
kill
you,
And
leave
you
for
being
dead.
I
seek,
for
where
am
I?
The
throes
of
death
swirl
within
me,
And
I
smile...
Life,
raped
by
disease.
Cast
out.
No
place
for
me
here.
I
create
my
kingdom.
Creation
through
destruction,
Cut
out
the
heart
of
the
Christian
disease.
Knowledge
my
fortune,
I
channel
the
strength
of
my
will.
The
lure
of
the
moonlight,
Streams
forth,
with
abundance
of
strength.
I
bask
in
it's
essence,
Devouring
the
force,
Succouring
my
veins.
I
traverse
to
the
beckon
of
my
desire.
Destruction.
This
stagnant
humanity
serves
only
to
frustrate.
Unfit
to
stand
alone,
huddled
in
their
masses,
Synonymous
in
their
worthless
existence.
The
time
will
come
to
pass.
Creation
of
life,
Destruction
of
the
disease.
(Lyrics-Greg,
1995)
(Music-Greg,
1995)
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