Clerics Emotion - Visions Of Atlantis

Rising after world war three

From the dark and from ashes soon

All of them are forcing me

So much colder than the moon

Long gone a father’s will

Threatened and prozium fill

Heart, soul, with ice and kill

Disabled emotion, zeal

I’ve spread my dreams under your feet

Tread softly cause you tread on my dreams

In this world of pain with nothing to gain

The most evil chain just built to maintain

In this time with no, no way to return

In dystopia dystopia we burn!

Walking with empty gazes and frozen feelings to the soil

Just afflicted by this sterile maze

Libria’s a profane place to toil

I’ve spread my dreams under your feet

Tread softly cause you tread on my dreams

Trembling into consecution

Reactive long-term doubtful fusion

Human racist evolution

In this world of pain with nothing to gain

The most evil chain just built to maintain

In this time with no, no way to return

In dystopia dystopia we burn!

If it’s just per mill that there’s one to feel

In a world of concrete and steel

If there’s just one day, we’re failing each way

There’s no answer for nothing to pray

Libriaaa, my Shangri-la, nothing more

Hate and pain and war

Dreams are dead, the sky turns red

And solution is just vengeance instead…

In this world of pain with nothing to gain

The most evil chain is just built to maintain

In this time with no, no way to return

In dystopia