Текст песни Vatican - Ultragold

Оригинальный текст песни Ultragold

Like leading lambs to the slaughter
Oblivion sits flat on my tongue
The curse of your brother before you
Follies haunting children to come

What mortal gods will you worship?
What defense of your own still stands?
What false conviction beholds you when your child has blood on her hands?

Am I jealous of death
Or biding time
A god damn weakness
Futile by design

Disillusion
Your fragile fucking mind
Retribution
Futile by my design

When the earth unfolds and consumes you
There will be no testament to your name
Everything your hands and words have touched
Lost to earth’s reclaim

Let it drown in triteness
Atomized by silence
Spineless motherfuckers frozen by my violence
The cost of the unnamable fear

What mortal gods will you worship?
What defense of your own still stands?
What false conviction beholds you
While your child has blood on her hands?

I am the glory of your kind
The one unattainable might

Disillusion
Retribution
Futile by my design