The knowledge that seeking the favor of another
Means the murder of self
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away

Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture
You will one day ride
To flood the banks of the chosen
This is the art of ruin
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away

It bleeds all life away!
I will show you all that I have mastered
Fear, pain, hatred, power
This is the art of ruin