The Grotesque Illusion of Being - Downfall Of Gaia

Footprints from the past, slowly covered in dust

Scorching echoes and voices of a time gone by

Crippled and broken, lost along the way

Still dreaming or drowning

Tell me, what have I become?

A glimpse of light is burning my flesh

The innocent are cursed

We are marching into oblivion

Betrayed by infinity

The illusion of time, the illusion of being

Seduced by the grotesque