Clouds from Immaculate Past Lyrics

There's a shadow of a ghost

Creeping towards

Reincarnation

They lived on a mountain top

Clean air, blonde hair, uniform blood

Now packed in confinement with the others

And they feel no emotion

And they feel no empathy

Towards them alien fiends

Butterfly rants

Snowflake stands

Soon, soon

Be gone

Many of us will die painful deaths

Many of us will dismember

When rulers deem order to chaos

We are damned not to remember

Fear their illusions of righteous selection

Fear their echoes of chemical drones

Their army parades

Spiteful arcades

Spite, spite

Run