ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Into The Oblong Box
Into darkness, into fear
Into nothingness... into the oblong box
Spawned of cosmic dust
Into human form
With the fear of death
Man invents his gods
Kings and tyrants reign
Religion is spawned
Fear becomes obsession
Obsession grips us all
Life is pain, sands of time run quick
Deaths' cold embrace... oblivion
Borrowed time, each breath we take
Brings us closer to our last
