The Freedom Fall
to rid the demons away
Since learning by science
where to address God
By doing the good deed
and being the bitter spice
Knowing the meaning
of a heaven and a hell
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
No one thing matters
more than one another
Chaos ever on
for eternities to pass
Mankind is but a monstrous mischief
of the great show
Nothing greater, nothing smaller,
but all things wholer
We are void
Spiral or circulating
Static in His cold shivers
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
The will is but a scattered piece
In a all too great scenery
Autor(es): Satariel