A Maze of Decay - Mats Gustafsson, Andreas Werliin, Hans Joachim Irmler

Among a maze of decay

Remain amazed I don’t fade

Forgave the ones who became

The very thing we all hate

Our brave ramblings

Channelling our deepest layers

Conveyed emotions lost for decades

More than their rhyme sayer

Fuck those blind prayers

Frequency set to raise arm hairs

Life gets easier once you accept it’s not fair

Shared wavelength in nascient form

Contorted vocals become the norm

Those who came to peace caused the most harm

But now I stay asleep

No need for alarm

Stay asleep

There’s no need for alarm

So sleep

Don’t be alarmed

Subsist on what’s left of ancient scrolls

Shoulders slumped as we give breath to prose

From ash rolls

All I’ve ever held dear

Thrown to wolves but never, ever smell fear

Forever forward with a veneration for what’s past

A generation of outcasts

Some soul was cut short by gun blasts

Some adept to expand horizons

The very light we seek is blinding

Most conform to four walls

But this configuration keeps climbing

Ascend past this era of blatant lying

I got no use for your lies