The Sport of Pillage (O' Sacred Chaos) Songtext
von Erasmus

Yeah
Your life is a myth
Brought forth by insanity′s creator
But you can't resist
The lies you have been told

The world is nothing
Random accidents-mixed up with disorder
Your "soul" fulfills the ancient ignorance
Of life eternal-a cliched prophecy

Close your eyes to the light
Endure the bitter cold
Enslaved by your God
Conform to their hold

Shed blood of the ages
Hypocrisy unbound
The innocent left to rot
Beneath your holy ground

Desolate, mindless thoughts
Kill the sound


Emptiness in your breath
Whispering

Lonely hearts, life has no mercy
Bury me

Just a spec, one in a million
Filling space

Life
Has
No
Place

Symbolic of nothing more

Create your myth
Sculpt the lies

Evolve and be left behind

Your thoughts are supposed to be advanced
But you resort back to your old ways

Absorb the abstract ignorance
Of inane drivel

You narrow-minded hypocrite
See the err of your claims


Force upon me your corrupt methods
Of campfire folklore

Rot in the soil
Bathe in the dirt
Unconsciousness
Immersed in the black!