| Song | From the End of Heaven |
| Artist | Gods Of Eden |
| Album | From the End of Heaven |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Reaching | |
| Into the darkness in the cracks | |
| Within the corners of this deep abyss | |
| Forging keys, release the exits from this nightmare | |
| That we’re slowly sinking in | |
| Carving avenues for freedom from this prison for the mind | |
| Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and the suffering | |
| Keep your eyes open for the subtle weaknesses within your chains | |
| And hope for all it’s worth that your emancipation from this hell awaits | |
| Things are never going to be the same | |
| This race will end by the silence of the jackal and the rhythm of the martyr | |
| Undermining all that’s sovereign, intercept all the rising | |
| Erasing traces of the past, withholding visions | |
| So the lines will slowly fade away | |
| Manipulating the arcane into a system of demise | |
| Holding on to the heresy | |
| Defiant to crack the source of humanity | |
| For so long we have bled in the name of the unknown | |
| To see beyond the veil | |
| We are the profane ones who chase our tail in search of mystery | |
| While enemies are poisoning the seed | |
| Through artificial cell manipulation | |
| Conquering of the human race | |
| Through genetic weakness implanted in the DNA | |
| The gullible will worship their trials in service to the master race | |
| Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and suffering | |
| Keep your eyes open for the subtle weakness within the chains | |
| And hope for all it’s worth that your emancipation still awaits | |
| Things are never going to be the same |
| Reaching | |
| Into the darkness in the cracks | |
| Within the corners of this deep abyss | |
| Forging keys, release the exits from this nightmare | |
| That we' re slowly sinking in | |
| Carving avenues for freedom from this prison for the mind | |
| Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and the suffering | |
| Keep your eyes open for the subtle weaknesses within your chains | |
| And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation from this hell awaits | |
| Things are never going to be the same | |
| This race will end by the silence of the jackal and the rhythm of the martyr | |
| Undermining all that' s sovereign, intercept all the rising | |
| Erasing traces of the past, withholding visions | |
| So the lines will slowly fade away | |
| Manipulating the arcane into a system of demise | |
| Holding on to the heresy | |
| Defiant to crack the source of humanity | |
| For so long we have bled in the name of the unknown | |
| To see beyond the veil | |
| We are the profane ones who chase our tail in search of mystery | |
| While enemies are poisoning the seed | |
| Through artificial cell manipulation | |
| Conquering of the human race | |
| Through genetic weakness implanted in the DNA | |
| The gullible will worship their trials in service to the master race | |
| Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and suffering | |
| Keep your eyes open for the subtle weakness within the chains | |
| And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation still awaits | |
| Things are never going to be the same |
| Reaching | |
| Into the darkness in the cracks | |
| Within the corners of this deep abyss | |
| Forging keys, release the exits from this nightmare | |
| That we' re slowly sinking in | |
| Carving avenues for freedom from this prison for the mind | |
| Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and the suffering | |
| Keep your eyes open for the subtle weaknesses within your chains | |
| And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation from this hell awaits | |
| Things are never going to be the same | |
| This race will end by the silence of the jackal and the rhythm of the martyr | |
| Undermining all that' s sovereign, intercept all the rising | |
| Erasing traces of the past, withholding visions | |
| So the lines will slowly fade away | |
| Manipulating the arcane into a system of demise | |
| Holding on to the heresy | |
| Defiant to crack the source of humanity | |
| For so long we have bled in the name of the unknown | |
| To see beyond the veil | |
| We are the profane ones who chase our tail in search of mystery | |
| While enemies are poisoning the seed | |
| Through artificial cell manipulation | |
| Conquering of the human race | |
| Through genetic weakness implanted in the DNA | |
| The gullible will worship their trials in service to the master race | |
| Wicked eyes focus on the broken, beaten and suffering | |
| Keep your eyes open for the subtle weakness within the chains | |
| And hope for all it' s worth that your emancipation still awaits | |
| Things are never going to be the same |