| Song | Born of the Ground |
| Artist | Tacere |
| Album | Beautiful Darkness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Behind this veil of lies, among this squalor | |
| Amid tears, I cry out, I know the truth | |
| From my ghastly haven I watch the nightly sky | |
| The crescent's eerie moonlight cloaks my livid face | |
| Look at these chantries | |
| With immense harness of ones fear | |
| They obfuscate the truth | |
| They think our eccentricity is detrimental | |
| This decadent system disdains us as pariahs | |
| Now we want to bestow our arcane knowledge | |
| Now listen to these words and revel in pride | |
| We've got to draw in | |
| Those protean truths, they are all lies | |
| This age-old knowledge will free us: | |
| Out of this world we all came – Not from heavens | |
| We belong to the ground – From dust to dust art we | |
| All the nature is our mire – She shall not deceive | |
| We are the existence – And the existence is us | |
| Out of this world we all came – Not from heavens | |
| We belong to the ground – From dust to dust art we | |
| All the nature is our mire – She shall not deceive | |
| We are the existence – And the existence is us |
| Behind this veil of lies, among this squalor | |
| Amid tears, I cry out, I know the truth | |
| From my ghastly haven I watch the nightly sky | |
| The crescent' s eerie moonlight cloaks my livid face | |
| Look at these chantries | |
| With immense harness of ones fear | |
| They obfuscate the truth | |
| They think our eccentricity is detrimental | |
| This decadent system disdains us as pariahs | |
| Now we want to bestow our arcane knowledge | |
| Now listen to these words and revel in pride | |
| We' ve got to draw in | |
| Those protean truths, they are all lies | |
| This ageold knowledge will free us: | |
| Out of this world we all came Not from heavens | |
| We belong to the ground From dust to dust art we | |
| All the nature is our mire She shall not deceive | |
| We are the existence And the existence is us | |
| Out of this world we all came Not from heavens | |
| We belong to the ground From dust to dust art we | |
| All the nature is our mire She shall not deceive | |
| We are the existence And the existence is us |
| Behind this veil of lies, among this squalor | |
| Amid tears, I cry out, I know the truth | |
| From my ghastly haven I watch the nightly sky | |
| The crescent' s eerie moonlight cloaks my livid face | |
| Look at these chantries | |
| With immense harness of ones fear | |
| They obfuscate the truth | |
| They think our eccentricity is detrimental | |
| This decadent system disdains us as pariahs | |
| Now we want to bestow our arcane knowledge | |
| Now listen to these words and revel in pride | |
| We' ve got to draw in | |
| Those protean truths, they are all lies | |
| This ageold knowledge will free us: | |
| Out of this world we all came Not from heavens | |
| We belong to the ground From dust to dust art we | |
| All the nature is our mire She shall not deceive | |
| We are the existence And the existence is us | |
| Out of this world we all came Not from heavens | |
| We belong to the ground From dust to dust art we | |
| All the nature is our mire She shall not deceive | |
| We are the existence And the existence is us |