The embers in my heart glow black as the void draws me in deeper The fallacy of your world and gods feeds my anger again
This mockery of “being” before me Theses cowards absurd in their ways Hiding in laws and religions Consuming them straight to the grave
Keep the sewage you thrive in I’ll turn my back on its call And I’ll watch the storm as it awakens Death will feast on you all
Tempest of fire burn their golden temples That can’t be cleansed by all their holy water Of the filth and stench of idiocy and weakness The fucking remnants of their “age of reason”
Circus of hypocrisy: god-fearing fools, deny yet embrace their sin The martyrs, the masses, the leaders: not victims. Just pawns of their self-righteous game
Vermin you soil everything that you touch Spewing poison until the last breath Ignorance is bliss they say and cry: forgive us! Try and lull yourselves now that the storm is here you cowards Callous I’ve grown now that death comes to call Black-crowned in ashes you’ll quiver and fall
Burn…just fucking burn
And the embers of passion and hatred flare seething my blood As everything turns to ash never to rise up again
Arms raised to heaven a swarm in the dark bleeds Mouths open wide they are fed the diseaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
