1. LEGION

We will fight. We will strive.
We will never stop our march.
Climbing this never-ending mount,
Soon the summit will be ours.
We will strive. We will fight.
We will never stop our march.
We'll never be forced to our knees.
We'll fight. We'll strive.
Maybe someday, I'll prove to myself
That dreaming is not time wasted.
We'll march on.


2. PATH TO PROGRESSION

Blinded, twisted, I march towards the depths of life.
This consuming river of time bends and divides my mind.
Deciding on prediction, a path for perfection.
Never to be the same, my thoughts will change again.
This path I walk will never stray from my direction.
A curse passed down between dimensions,
A curse passed down to myself,
Will I ever be the same again ?
This future reflection stares at me.
His judging eyes are stalking me.
There is nowhere to hide from my big brother.
My desire to flee from his threat is larger than myself.
Into the glass, he sees the simple path to progression:
The portrait of a man suffocating over the fear of possibilities and dead-ends,
A man slave to himself.
Walk forward and never look back.
Time is all you have, time is all you have.
Your past should not be present in your future.


3. IDENTITY

Rising from ashes, we are stronger.
So fly out, fly out and see.
Places where they know the pain,
Know the gain, fade away.
Trembling over the thorns, we refuse to be damned.
We just dream and die, resting our heads on our graves.
Death is screaming and we accept it.
We are waiting for our rebirth,
Planning the movements of our acting,
Shaking with every step we take.
The eyes are fearless; the eyes are watching me.
Terrified to be alone, we forget that we always are.
Know yourself better than anyone so that death will be the known one.
A life left to expectation, perfection is a lie,
A life with no flaws, and no progress.
Escaping our desires, perfection is a lie,
Freezing our mind in time.
Know yourself better than anyone so that death will be the known one.
Trembling over the thorns, we refuse to be damned.
We just dream and die, resting our heads on our graves.
Your life will amaze if you stay true to yourself.
Your life will be a maze, trying to please everyone.
You have the power to change fate.


4. OMITTED OMNISCIENCE

We are the sons of society, soldiers who pray for fucking dignity.
We stand on the battleground, we'll bring you down.
Unequal value of man, comfort of your perfect world.
We are the light at the end of the tunnel, the only hope.
We are the fighters for progress that battle against the tides.
Confined by your lies no more.
Aimless confrontation, now we march upon our death.
Facing our final judgment, we must fear the end.
Nations fighting for an answer that no one can provide,
Killing our brothers for not sharing our beliefs,
Controlled by thoughts of others to direct our acts for faith,
Asphyxiating progress to protect your filthy fucking lies.
Omit the omniscient and reform our lives.
Look to the skies and search for your god.
The sun will infect you and empty your mind.
Through all your life, you've lived in this cage.
Break free from it all; the bars are not real.
Look to the skies and search for your god.
The sun will infect you and empty your mind.
Through all your life, you've lived in this cage.
Listen to yourself; your fate is your own.
We are the sons of society, soldiers who pray for fucking dignity.
We stand on the battleground, we'll bring you down.
Live life while you still can.
You must break free from that which limits your dreams.


5. ABYSS

I am a common being,
A person that constructs from singularity.
The pieces are stolen.
They apply to my skin.
Without even selecting, they're attracted to my sanity.
We are all but ourselves.
Life doesn't grow from itself.
Stealing our path to wisdom, we become the person we are by taking from others.
Life form molding, bent by pressuring laws of surrounding.
What part of me makes me who I am ?
Am I just a copy or a mind of its own ?
Am I creator or just a spectator ?
Am I just a copy ?
I fear that my soul is stolen and that I am the thief.
Embrace this world of lies and felonies.
March.


6. HABEAS CORPUS

Lost soul armed with his lost dreams,
Putting his will to ink,
Praying for some source of warmth.
Realize that your greatness is disguised.
Face your fears and live your life.
Only in his thoughts can he escape from what his life has become.
Only in his thoughts can he dream of the things that keeps him from crumbling.
Wandering around in the darkness, he trembles.
He is scared of the empty space that surrounds him.
He fears that his empty soul swallows him.
Don't worry this will be brief.
Open your eyes and walk towards what shines.
Don't worry this will be brief.
What you'll find in the shadows is empty pain.
Cut the strings that tie you with the weak.
Acting like a victim will establish you as such.
Stop fearing the ones that despise you
Because they're the ones that are empty inside.
For every time you fall down, you learn how to rise up.
With every mistake, you learn.


7. PHOENIX RISES

Where did the thrill of exertion go ?
Afraid at the simple sight of flames.
Cowards.
March on and on ; I'm ready to face them.
Live to crash and burn. Through hardships, we learn.
Oh, I will never fall to my knees; hope is all that I need.
Aren't we stronger when we know our weaknesses as our assets ?
Fall to rise.
You won't ever attain your full potential if you always let go anytime you feel pressure.
Join the flock. Face your mother fucking life.
Live to crash and burn. Through hardships, we learn.
Rising from ashes, we are stronger.
So fly out, so fly out and see.
Cowards.
Rising fire in our hearts under wings of glory.
Follow the bends, the grooves, the curves.
All that we face brings us but strength.
Rising fire in our hearts under wings of glory.
We all are pessimistic men of plastic, fearing failure.
Is there a single optimistic man daring to try ?
Phoenix, rise.
March on and on ; I'm ready to crush them all.


8. SCAPHANDRE

(Instrumental)


9. BABYLON 2.0

Our homeland will not stand shattering in our hands.
The sun will be first to attend this now-eternal end.
What we refuse to see makes us refuse to change.
Blanket of innocence, hiding the world's true sense.
Bleeding from our wounds, when will it be time to heal ?
Living the life of gods, we'll soon die as starving dogs.
Eyes of the cursed, pupil of gold,
Impending doom led to greed.
Born in gluttony, where no place is left for pity,
Bloodthirsty beasts seek and devour the godsent.
Bleeding from our wounds, when will it be time to heal?
Gazing at the stars, we ignore all.
Justice will come for the old to claim the few years left.
But the young will pay for our past regime.
Time to fucking wake up.
What will you do when the sources turn to blood ?


10. SANDSTORM

Consuming our mother earth,
Exploiting of all that's worth,
I fear if we don't unite,
Mankind will fall to the sands of time.
This is the day.
Clear the dust that's blinding man
So that he might understand
His corpse is hollow,
Being turned to shreds by the blistering sand.
Our consuming nature exsiccating our form,
Let's face reality and raise our fists as one.
Our world disintegrating,
Watch as cities collapse.
The hourglass flows on.
Our familiar form bends down,
Reduced to dust by the storm.
The hourglass flows on.
For mankind, the sands of time are coming to an end.
The hourglass runs dry.