We were born for sacrifice.
Our existence justified in our fear
These are the prayers of a faith we have lost,
turning
Hell waits for everyone.
It's not a question of belief.
We've found
The end of days is upon us.
Come Armageddon, there's no
dead skin weathered lifeless and torn the eyes sewn shut
wrists are severed
the deepest cuts are traced in red
stabwounds will take their toll murderer with her smile and
they shut their eyes now that night has fallen and
her touch intoxicating
she holds my heart within her hands
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On broken knees I'll crawl to taste the blood spilled
I see a red door and I want it painted
In death we are as one.
Infested with disease.
I want to
[Instrumental]
from grace she fell beneath the ashes
that forced her
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