Oblivion - Cancer Of Wraiths

sabbath in the mountains
rust in the air
the blood is sacred here
the dimension tears
down in the roots
out of reality
time is meaningless
mild insanity
chimera
the ship has departed
the threads fall apart
we wanted out all threads fall apart
truant killers
a cancer of wraiths
who do not want
to climb up from
their chicanerous trench
long-lived gluttons cheering carnage
escaping from freedom
the perfect failure
the threads fall apart
we want, We wanted out