| Song | Through The Worlds Of Chaos Concetration |
| Artist | Relics Of Humanity |
| Album | Ominously Reigning Upon The Intangible |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Subverted by his God, burnt by wrath of the seven bowls of Apacolypse, Saint Salathiel opens his eyes wide before the oblivion, | |
| He whirls like mental winds and sweeps through the twilights of servile blindness | |
| To meet the inevitable death | |
| In the hearth of perpetual fire. | |
| Tortured by awareness of vanity and myriads of bewilderment, who once was great and sinless, betrayed by the Creator and his brothers now. | |
| He used to reap laurels in rays of glory amidst the heavenly host an epoch ago, | |
| And now he is just a dust puring down to the Kingdom of Mastemah. | |
| He lost his faith in the glow of agony and suffers torments of smouldered ideas and tumbling truth. | |
| Tearing the bloody clouds of hesitation he dared to doubt the Creator. | |
| He saw the lucre and cruelty of his false compassion and feigned mercy. | |
| Obtaining wisdom inflicted ostracism upon him. He is doomed to stray between the worlds of sephiroth to accomplish his Great mission, questioning in the oblivion – Whom will He spare? | |
| Melting through the debris of faded empires | |
| And dripping to the throne of Sovereign who rules upon the ashes of morality. |
| Subverted by his God, burnt by wrath of the seven bowls of Apacolypse, Saint Salathiel opens his eyes wide before the oblivion, | |
| He whirls like mental winds and sweeps through the twilights of servile blindness | |
| To meet the inevitable death | |
| In the hearth of perpetual fire. | |
| Tortured by awareness of vanity and myriads of bewilderment, who once was great and sinless, betrayed by the Creator and his brothers now. | |
| He used to reap laurels in rays of glory amidst the heavenly host an epoch ago, | |
| And now he is just a dust puring down to the Kingdom of Mastemah. | |
| He lost his faith in the glow of agony and suffers torments of smouldered ideas and tumbling truth. | |
| Tearing the bloody clouds of hesitation he dared to doubt the Creator. | |
| He saw the lucre and cruelty of his false compassion and feigned mercy. | |
| Obtaining wisdom inflicted ostracism upon him. He is doomed to stray between the worlds of sephiroth to accomplish his Great mission, questioning in the oblivion Whom will He spare? | |
| Melting through the debris of faded empires | |
| And dripping to the throne of Sovereign who rules upon the ashes of morality. |
| Subverted by his God, burnt by wrath of the seven bowls of Apacolypse, Saint Salathiel opens his eyes wide before the oblivion, | |
| He whirls like mental winds and sweeps through the twilights of servile blindness | |
| To meet the inevitable death | |
| In the hearth of perpetual fire. | |
| Tortured by awareness of vanity and myriads of bewilderment, who once was great and sinless, betrayed by the Creator and his brothers now. | |
| He used to reap laurels in rays of glory amidst the heavenly host an epoch ago, | |
| And now he is just a dust puring down to the Kingdom of Mastemah. | |
| He lost his faith in the glow of agony and suffers torments of smouldered ideas and tumbling truth. | |
| Tearing the bloody clouds of hesitation he dared to doubt the Creator. | |
| He saw the lucre and cruelty of his false compassion and feigned mercy. | |
| Obtaining wisdom inflicted ostracism upon him. He is doomed to stray between the worlds of sephiroth to accomplish his Great mission, questioning in the oblivion Whom will He spare? | |
| Melting through the debris of faded empires | |
| And dripping to the throne of Sovereign who rules upon the ashes of morality. |