End Of Time
Exocrine
3:31Summoned by those who overhang the gods I am the hand that repairs Flawed part in a perfect gear I'm the executor, I'm the executor Beyond what your narrow mind can conceive Beyond even your fake gods And when everything you believe you know Is swept away Greater than gods Breaking the wall of the restriction of your mind I will rise, and your ashes hallow Greater than gods and yet bloodhound of a mercilеss hunt Yes, I will rise, and your ashes hallow Humans arе nothing, an anthill trampled Crop pest to be treated It won't matter how fast you run Runes of destruction light up in your sky Fire, deluge, occult power, elder knowledge Perception melts under the flame of truth The flame of truth Yeah, it's just a matter of scale You're close to nothingness Common speck included in a whole insignificant You're close to nothingness You're close to nothingness