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Degeneration tears your blackened eyes

The final descent for the last in life

No joy in our tired lives - the torment builds inside

The sun sets forever on a world of lies

World of lies

World of lies

Non-divine

Release me

Demonic vultures feed on your mind

Disarmed of all your pride you die

No life in our alien eyes - the blind lead the blind

The sun sets forever on the non-divine

Non-divine

World of lies

Non-divine

Release me

Final psychotic eclipse

Painted in the colours of war

Final psychotic eclipse

A world drenched in blood

Degeneration tears your blackened eyes

The final descent for the last in life

No joy in our tired lives - the torment builds inside

The sun sets forever on a world of lies

World of lies

World of lies

Non-divine

Release me

'And it's his illusions about what

constitutes the real world which are

inhibiting him...

His reality, his reason, his society

...these are what must be destroyed'

- Luke Rhineheart, 'the Dice Man'

- 1971

Final psychotic eclipse

Painted in the colours of war

Final psychotic eclipse

A world drenched in blood of the innocent