Agressor - Agressor

Was it tomorrow

Or will it be yesterday

When abolished, rotten instincts

For the last time be awake

Malice slander and hate

Will rule ignorant heart

Agressor

Final chapter’s yet unwritten

But the trail leads toward greed

Who will be the traitor

How many all of them

Ruthless is the creation

Created through pale ages

Duplicated in confusion

Horizons of black fire

Thorns in the chosen’s eye

Stench of false hails,

Decline of all thrones

Perception can survive

Was it still tomorrow

Yet will be yesterday

When abolished, rotten instincts

The last time the ruling minds

Then eternal surface

The future remains the past