Morphing into Real

Always, always behind us

Comes up, comes from the darkness

No shape, evil and timeless

Crawls out to chase us like animals

From where the rivers have no source

From where the hours run back to yesterdays

Beyond the known side of the world

It will arise when we'll forget its names

May you call it the king without a face

It's glass breaking voice will erase our memories

No trace, no sound- rest in peace

It's morphing into real

By pain, by greed

Its nature will reveal

When the ending is near

Go get your gun and bang the drums

March on the fields, your sweat will feed its might

Just drop the bombs and shake the earth

Open your eyes and watch it burning bright