Faces of mirror, Reflecting ideas of hollow by Facing each other Projecting the rays of concepts that claim To be for a better world The rays collide, conflicts abide Concealed intentions are to divulge And trainers of such thoughts to indulge
No purpose does regard our well-being Masters of the art of demonocracy Are here to labor us all And we will have to serve them all
"Caressed by the tongue of the serpent, They'll birch us with the whip of blind hatred We'll be longing for our long gone past The time when our fathers cared For people, not their nations. As we exhale for the very last time The foul air in our lungs."
The provocation of the real of the void Opening the gate To the domain of the Faceless, Voids who crave fulfillment in their desolation. The coming tyrants of this world Of segregated herds of sheep.
Lyrics to the song Reflections by Chaos Descent, released in 2016 Written by Mahdi Monstrosity Dn