[Lyric] Scents of Regression (Loathfinder)

The scents of regression
Ripped away my essence
And there I stand

The Child is mocking me
The Youngs are fooling me
And there I stand

The Terror itself covered the sky

I am drunk by visions of times
When the time was young
Im digested by visions of times
When the time decided to die

Giants are feeding on Gods leftovers
While livid oceans are fighting with deserts
And our own monuments
Are laughing at us

I'm leaving