He Who Plants Sorrow - Afgrund

When will we ever learn that it’s us we destroy?

He who plants sorrow, made to collect our hate

Chemically enhanced, grows from nothing and

Emptiness

Children scream unheard while we stand quite

Ten thousand guards stand strong, safety denied

Destroyers and generals, heroes and gods

They all laugh when this whole circus burns

Inherited beliefs and thoughts of bloodshed

Dreamers of the sky lie face down in asphalt

Risen heads pressed under the surface

Everyone silenced, ready for the furnace

If human is the scale, it’s the one measuring death

Heroes and gods

They all laugh when this whole circus burns