Mortal Songtext
von AntiMozdeBeast

The will that beckons the spirit
The flesh that calls the heart
The soul that tatters the mind
The mind that awakens the thought
The animosity that plagues us

Everything is lost
The question that shackles our pride
The endeavor that finds a way
The language that is translated through art
Everything has succeeded to be
The anagram of love
That wills the destined hand that has chosen me
While the pain of my spirit
Holds the memory of freedom through
And the antipathy of never again
Calls for the dream that awakens me


Beyond the cantankerous admonished faith
That seems to have no purpose in my great escape
I have become one once again
And still find purpose within my ways

The manifestation of my spiritual endeavors
Is a silhouette of fear a masquerade of death
The animosity that plagues me still
And the courage by my own doing

Everything is lost
The question that shackles our pride
The endeavor that finds a way
The language that is translated through art
Everything has succeeded to be
The anagram of love
That wills the destined hand that has chosen me
While the pain of my spirit
Holds the memory of freedom through
And the antipathy of never again
Calls for the dream that awakens me

Beyond the cantankerous admonished faith
That seems to have no purpose in my great escape
I have become one once again
And still find purpose within my ways