Hell Falls Skyward Songtext
von AtteroTerra

He is rich who is content with the least
for Content is the wealth of Nature

Entranced with the
beauty of a tower of jewel and paper
reaching beyond the heavens
bloodied feet tread upon a staircase
of broken glass and briar
driven by lashing beasts and promises

The climb is never-ending
in this unstoppable ascent into a personal Hell

The truth is, Hell falls skyward


He is rich who is content with the least
for Content is the wealth of Nature

The whip becomes
our loving mother
Suffocating
with a most endearing embrace
Shackled to this ideal
convincing ourselves of the need for
an expanding misery

Golden angels
beckon with smiles like daggers
to make you beg for the chains around your neck


The truth is that Hell falls skyward
Beware the light
Beware the lie