Seeds of Destruction-Sons Of Aeon

Seeds of Destruction - Sons Of Aeon Sight into the future... Does not exist We need no prophets to realise it Next breath you're about to take Could be your last Drown yourself in hatred, forget the past This world of confusion Where moral is just a word Meaningless and forgotten... Thing we should not talk about Souls for sale Dreams of yesterday... Drifting away A glimpse of humanity... Does not exist See the smile on their faces... You'll realise it Filth holds the reins of power Rivers are turning red Irrigate the fields of hate Sow the seeds of destruction There will be blood... Where dead roses bloom