Catastrophe Songtext
von Vengeur

We thought we own the future
We were certain that odds are in our favor
So wrong
We were so wrong

We′ve seen its vertex fall to dust
Letting out an excruciating howl

Completely sightless
Led astray in ambitions misguided
Constructing Nexus with our bare hands
A lodge of malice guarded
By walls of steel no spear will pierce
A perverse force
Few prospects left


Its falling sword
Left us the fate
Too bleak to hold sincere faith

Too weak to take a proper breath
Escape its fervent gaze
The heartless citadel
Accursed chapel of discord
Has dug its claws into our world

Protected by a heavy pall
Industrial carrion smolder fumes
Of woeful desperation

Respectable organization
Won't tolerate our former principles
A matter of artless miscalculation
We used to think we are invincible

At least if you could see
That we will never become free