Текст песни A Cynic Deliverance - Fyrce Muons

Didn't I find the world is full of snakes
Bestial rudes and haven't you this way
Culling out the monsters in this range
Himalayan mountains swallow plains

Grab a common treasure it is fugue
Gingerly you step inside the queue
Make another holiday
Feed upon the guilt that way
Burning down the rabble
That is you

Blasphemy indeed a sign of fate
Corners turning into always hate
Falling like an echo into pain
Fever of the mystery comes again

Nero leaves us burning to the ground
Thrusting of the dagger has no sound
Trip to phone to keep us weak
Prisoners the holy seek
Quietly we drink another meal

Stop. Gather. Shake