Misdomion
Letter: Enilson Macedo

It’s in vain the
Endeavoring for the urge of dominion
Mankind fight against themselves
In return of nothing
They shed blood in the core of our wars
And bring together all the misery
With the ruins of your victory

Consecrated, the men who are in power
And the abandoned consciousness undergoes
Where all hungry souls will dig their grave
And the creature get rich with the blood that are lost

Foolishness in a disgraceful and dreadful thought
Rise up the coming human museum
There’ll be time to end your race in all this torment
There’ll betime to end your race all in this torment

Subordinated to shallowness
Men turn the world a rough game
Subordinated to shallowness
Men turn the world a rough game