Sonar Bliss lyrics

I`m the scenery of vendetta
Mind and soul
I`m the shapeless victory
Order and suppression

All in the tower of the virgin
Triumphant in a pale gray light
In despire of how to deal with it
A sweet, turbulent intoxication

Rapidly I yearn to bare the mark
In a tragic understatement of the lions force
A tribe who`s independence is no longer
Disturbed by the ragged interception of happy thorns

As I face the whispering
I answer to the master
A biochemical trembling
Voices in my head

And thus I appear with wakeful eyes
Trust insight
A tedious dramatic implant
Like swollen iron feeds itself,
Longing for the moon

Unbreakable and unborn
Sifting the contents of the surface
A ceremony of killers
A scorched fucking snale

In postures of gold
That might be recognized
But as long as there are shelters
You`ll always find yourself detained

A huge defenseless atmosphere
Wretched and toiled for centuries
Is ever so tender as long as we`re alive
For it is with great wealth that I, declare this

Flapping wings, tired monster
Ruthless in folly frames
Attempting gaiety upon sinister forces
All within, we will win...