Contaminated — Darkane

Forgotten memories that touches our minds Painful splinters of a cold relief A humble bow in front of a war to come Species allied from the dawn of time

Lie scattered on the brinks of hell Not more than a whisper, a sigh of faith

Ascending hate outlines our path Into the precipitous oblivion Glorified acts of violence produces The foundation to our ruin Conditions are right Exclusively yours, not more than a whisper A sigh of forgotten faith

Forgotten memories that touches our minds Painful splinters of a cold relief A humble bow in front of a war to come Species allied from the dawn of time

Lie scattered on the brinks of hell Not more than a whisper, a sigh of faith

Desolate planes, human destructive glory Lingers in the hollow remains Of a slowly penetrating anger We're tied up in darkness, helplessly bound Exclusively yours, not more than a whisper A sigh of forgotten faith

Contaminated mind Creator of the growing fued Contaminated soul Creator of a conclusive war