The hour has come that the powers at hand
Neither the sea nor the sand can withstand
Crestfallen faith
Ever hollow
This beginning spawns a new revelation
As condemned prayers fill the air
No forgiveness
For the deathbringer
Repent
In the new beginning
History’s slate became clean
The herald of death was chosen
A holy anointed priest
White collar tight rope
Suffocation he fought and he fell
Inducing eternal slumber
Open the gates of hell
Deathbringer
Claret spilling out of canvas
Messiah’s image strung on the wall
Crown of thorns now a halo of hornets
Buzzards swarm to wreak death on us all
Eerie silence after the slaughter
Saints fought and to demons they fell
Hell awakes with an ominous warning
Open the gates of hell
Father hangman, why hast thou forsaken us?
Thrown to the lions, the final bead on the abacus
Father hangman, why were we disowned?
The chronicles rewritten, humanity dethroned
No god from the machine
No apparatus
Nothing to pray for
Nothing to save us
No god from the machine
No apparatus
Nothing to pray for
No one to save us
Deathbringer
Fire becomes the cleanser
The destroyer of all that we knew
Only ash and bone remain
To fertilise the soil anew
Erasure of life
And the beings upon earth that dwelled
Give praise to the consummate martyr
Open the gates of hell
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