Forever It Shall Be - Origin текст песни

A storm comes up...
So solid but afraid to pull the strings?
Rumors are rumbling me down!
If enough smoke is blowing this might fly.
Seal the scourge
You get so deep with the sharks. Go!

My haunted soul craves for an illumination.
Taste the blood of your counterpart.
Try to deal with all of this mess.
The origin comes up.
Things get worse before they get better.
His truth got a simple taste
Engage a lost character.
His truth got a pungent stench.

Under the pledge of secrecy
My origin comes down
Lost paradise.

Arise out of the delusion by these words of ignorance
My origin comes up again by infernal sounds of violence.
The origins are coming up again, before they get lost by words of arrogance.