Septic Flesh - The Future Belongs To The Brave

Decline is the symptom of the failure to evolve forwards Change was and will be the most permanent element of experience deny to go on and you will be left back Going backwards by remaining stagnant We watch from our abodes As hawks we cut the electric skies. With pride We keep the order, designing fate We give access to countless futures... A time of exodus will come. The time to break out from the womb And ships will lower down on Taia On shining arks then we will go On lands and stars forgotten... The origin of riddles, what can restore the lunar wings Is challenge of the underworld For challenges to come, we will stand against the tide Under the banner of the brave Mission AIOEPIA, the future belongs to the brave Decline is the symptom of the failure to evolve forwards Change was and will be the most permanent element of experience We watch from our abodes As hawks we cut the electric skies. With pride We keep the order, designing fate We give access to countless futures... The origin of riddles, what can restore The lunar wings is challenge of the underworld For challenges to come, we will stand against the tide Under the banner of the brave Mission AIOEPIA, the future belongs to the brave