BEING OF ENTROPY - OBSIDIAN

Martyrs of this world Flood the cities with blood Open the gates below Take thy life make it undone Deprive me of light Give me wings Let me fly The vast abyss I'll roam Alive yet cold and Alone Inside this prison I envy my freedom a feeling so cruel as I battle my demons Those red eyes stare at my soul eroding my will The white beast nears me to claim another kill Cowering, the child with the bloodshot eyes Has come to herald our demise Underneath the trees I decide to rest my feet After this victory we'll feast in blood and meat Underneath the sun we will hunt the only one The never ending cycle will become undone You speak in lost tongues, a thousand voices lost The thunder of the drums, a graveyard for our sons You speak in lost tongues, a thousand voices lost The thunder of the drums, a graveyard for our sons ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VIDEO BY GEORGE "MITCH" MARKAKIS ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS WRITTEN, RECORDED AND PRODUCED BY BEING OF ENTROPY ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION AND MIXING BY ANDREAS HADJIPANDELIS FOR KITION AUDIO MASTERED BY GEORGE "MITCH" MARKAKIS