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I Prediletti: The Folly Of The Gods

 

I Prediletti: The Folly Of The Gods

(الألبوم: ManiaCult - 2021)


Forever mesmerised by the terror of my creation
The horror-scope of this acute desolation
Do they merely beckon for oblivion?
Prayers muted wither, decadent and disabled

Prey eternal, the chosen bear displaced
Their lives heaving in disgrace

Sycophantic race without a face

Forever perturbed by the abuse and despair
A realisation of inept failure
Do they merely beckon for extinction?
Pray to dying receptors, a perfect paradox

I Prediletti: the folly of the gods

Tremors holy wars the de-creation
Staring at the gaping hole that shatters the earth

For none can stop this inevitable decimation
A certain goal fated by apathy and derision
For the chosen have fallen
Waltzing to the beat of selfish incoherent needs

Kneel for me the herald of decay
This final absolution is all that awaits

For none can stop this inevitable decimation
A certain goal fated by apathy and derision
For the chosen have fallen
Waltzing to the beat of selfish needs

Peering into the abyss
Ungrateful cretans continue to digress
Spreading division, hatred and horror
Displayed in terror-vision

Division the folly of man
There is no absolution
Shame the folly of man
There is no retribution

For none can stop this inevitable decimation
A certain goal fated by apathy and derision
For the chosen have fallen
Waltzing to the beat of selfish needs

For none can stop this inevitable termination
A certain goal fated by bigotry and ignorance
For the chosen have fallen
Waltzing to the beat of selfish needs

Prey eternal, oh how the chosen have fallen
Prey eternal

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