Ice Age None of you would feel virtuous Running fate Disappear and bliss Life is done Consuming decay The last of both Sorrow and desolation Will still stand Reality Deprived of Immunity Perception Profanity Retracing So call me your god I am done The reaper of fate Far away My sickness will child Where I'll stand Not all you have The right to judge I'll show you where to look Will still stand Reality Deprived of Immunity Perception Profanity Retracing So call me your god Call me your god Why Should I Suggest to myself A new Demise I must Dislocate My inner Broken soul I must Dislocate My inner Broken soul I must Dislocate My inner Broken soul Lost for shreds Shedding all despair Pursuing this A burden of self Open your Mouth open wide Swallow all Of your remaining pain Will still stand Reality Deprived of Immunity Perception Profanity Retracing So call me your god Call me your god