And he opened his mouth in blasphemy deluding their designated
Blood
Blood
For your lust of me
I cannot stop the pain
Why did
Hell stands still with an empty throne.
With an audience ignited
Breathes, bleeds
What stands before us is not a machine.
It breathes,
His landscape
has been scorned with death.
Once a city, now laid
Her mouth stands to convey swarms of plague, time slowly
The Earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor
Breeding no life
Goodbye, I'll mend your loss. Your ashes and embers will
I stood in the sand from the mouth of the
Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies
The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one
[Instrumental]
No, please, no, no! I have to please, please, please!
Taken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated god
Sadism
The blameless are succumbing to the ravages of warfare built
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