| Song | Lair Of The Blind Ones |
| Artist | Burning the Masses |
| Album | Offspring Of Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Dusk ties its sector down to the root of echelon. | |
| The dogs sit and wait. | |
| This transparent form of vividness separates the mountains and dement. | |
| Uprooted, the spies from hell are perceptible. | |
| Their spine removed. | |
| They horn for the poison originator. | |
| Emerged. | |
| The inclination of man begins. | |
| The four figures of luminescence betrothalment lead to the corruption of my father’s son. | |
| Demented and forgotten. | |
| The tower of our sanity crumbles. | |
| Through the fear and demolition, | |
| The free will of minions is returned. | |
| The blind ones; Counting heartbeats to compose a target and location. | |
| The blind eyeless form of hate march their ways from the pits of venom to the surface. | |
| Procreate. | |
| Sightless and forgotten; The fellowship of hate. | |
| Imperceptive to impetuous; Enslavement for the weaker breed. | |
| Lair of the blind ones transfigure from hell like and inconceivable to a spoiler for revelation’s catastrophic scale. | |
| Hope is fiction. |
| Dusk ties its sector down to the root of echelon. | |
| The dogs sit and wait. | |
| This transparent form of vividness separates the mountains and dement. | |
| Uprooted, the spies from hell are perceptible. | |
| Their spine removed. | |
| They horn for the poison originator. | |
| Emerged. | |
| The inclination of man begins. | |
| The four figures of luminescence betrothalment lead to the corruption of my father' s son. | |
| Demented and forgotten. | |
| The tower of our sanity crumbles. | |
| Through the fear and demolition, | |
| The free will of minions is returned. | |
| The blind ones Counting heartbeats to compose a target and location. | |
| The blind eyeless form of hate march their ways from the pits of venom to the surface. | |
| Procreate. | |
| Sightless and forgotten The fellowship of hate. | |
| Imperceptive to impetuous Enslavement for the weaker breed. | |
| Lair of the blind ones transfigure from hell like and inconceivable to a spoiler for revelation' s catastrophic scale. | |
| Hope is fiction. |
| Dusk ties its sector down to the root of echelon. | |
| The dogs sit and wait. | |
| This transparent form of vividness separates the mountains and dement. | |
| Uprooted, the spies from hell are perceptible. | |
| Their spine removed. | |
| They horn for the poison originator. | |
| Emerged. | |
| The inclination of man begins. | |
| The four figures of luminescence betrothalment lead to the corruption of my father' s son. | |
| Demented and forgotten. | |
| The tower of our sanity crumbles. | |
| Through the fear and demolition, | |
| The free will of minions is returned. | |
| The blind ones Counting heartbeats to compose a target and location. | |
| The blind eyeless form of hate march their ways from the pits of venom to the surface. | |
| Procreate. | |
| Sightless and forgotten The fellowship of hate. | |
| Imperceptive to impetuous Enslavement for the weaker breed. | |
| Lair of the blind ones transfigure from hell like and inconceivable to a spoiler for revelation' s catastrophic scale. | |
| Hope is fiction. |