And he opened his mouth in blasphemy deluding their designated
Blood
Blood
For your lust of me
I cannot stop the pain
Why did
An incision leads to the future of the new world
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]
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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