The legacy, the remains of the wretched,
A history, written by the hands of slaves,
The pursuit of the truth in darkness,
Through the maze of pure ignorance.
Like a candle in an hourglass filled with powder,
For the calm shall come, but a storm is inevitable,
Like a dove in the middle of raining fire,
By every falling grain, the end grows nearer.
I shall not fight to save the shards of light inside
I shall adapt and become the very thing I disgust
The time is reckless, everything evolves
Age by age, every kingdom rise, and fall
No matter how long we deny our nature for
The weak will never survive in this world
Like a beetle born under a septic soil
Like a flower feeds under a toxic rain
All the purity shall be rotting within
Until there shall be no one left living
For how long we've been dying for nothing
Our sacred purpose, endless hunger for a faith
We kneeled and prayed to tyrants for tranquility
To become false saints as broken slaves
For the first time, humans experienced the sight of a corpse. An empty body that could no longer be a friend or foe. An everlasting killing spree ignited by the discovery of the weak. There is no escape, only death.
I am the first, I am the one
I have been here all along
I can preserve or I can destroy
I shall dominate, I am immortal
I shall not hold my hunger to murder
I shall bend your will
I shall not fight to save the shards of light alive inside my mind
I shall adapt and become the very thing I have ever disgust
There shall be no turning back from this madness
Become twisted creatures of man-made internals
Denied our blood forgot where we came from
Sealed our own fate on self-destruction
Overrate ourselves to be gods, never the victim
We are nothing but baits for the serpents
credits
from Dysevolution,
released August 13, 2021
Lyrics & Vocals: Orhun Can
Guitars: Arınç Yağızer & Artun Çelik
Drums: Taylan Albayrak
Bass: Emre Bingöl