The Miasmic Legacies Lyrics

The vast tumult of the plains of this land
Muses the catechesis
Of the ordinance
They are the epitome
Which conjures the legacies
Evoke the remembrance
Touching from a distance
Never feeling anything
Born into the land of trepidation
To seek salvation
And there will never be a sunrise for you again
The light of this blaze bleeds into a blur
I need to focus on my direction
Or I will remain alone
This path leads to uncertainty
I remain awake for days
I never allow me to rest at night
Nothing will ever change