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• Artiste: Imago Mortis
• Titre: Dying Pantheon
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Live is to decompose slowly You cannot stand it, but it's only fate They say that you are what you eat I say that you are what you defecate You try to refuse what life reserves to you But bounded to the flesh you are born Slowly you're coming to the very end Your final act performed to the worms You try to escape into a fantasy Deny the animal inside you But it's crying, claiming to be free To change the whole life that you once knew No hell, no heaven, no eternity No supernatural being, no Great Plan Back to the womb of nature you can be No god, no devil, just a man There will be no more prisons to hold you in You are free now, and still it's not late You go on, discovering possibilities When you show the world what you can create I wanna be my own God I wanna be my own God