In your debauchery Where I was created I become the ending I become the pestilence Breeding pain and sorrow In the darkness of your twisted heart With seething I will arise To fulfill all the prophecies And bring a bitter end To all of this suffering As you wallow in your own Self-righteousness And I shall rise up From perdition I am Apollyon I am Abaddon My time has come To bring apocalypse
I am your antichrist Beholden to the serpent I am the Grim Reaper Here to take your soul Behold the pale rider With death in my hands Disease! Disease! I am the fucking Endbringer
The words of prophecy You wrote are crumbling I am your solace I am your putrescence Every day we exist in darkness Bred in flesh by compromise The heart of your pestilence Made up of black ichor Chokes the life from your withered lungs Your spirit defiled By the raping of your mind As you read these hollow words Written in the past And now I rise up From the abyss I am Lorelai I am Azrael This hand has come To bring apocalypse
I am your antichrist Beholden to the serpent I am the Grim Reaper Here to take your soul Behold the pale rider With death in my hands Disease! Disease! I am the fucking Endbringer
Absence of action Violation of their innocence Corruption of the soul Proliferation of depravity Has now given me birth I am the fucking EndbringerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
