We are inert from birth to dirt Decomposing and wasting away Expendable worth
At the threshold of hope awaits a ravenous portal Haunting visions of a blood-drenched scythe Born into beds of death with abortive destiny's and an ever fading light
I hear the dirge archangels sing Echoes as old as time The sound of deaths bellow so fucking deafening Ruination by the scythe
Slowly we're rotting away Decaying while dreaming awake Enslaved from the womb to the grave Nothing remains at death's door
Rotting desolation Drowning in sick putrefaction Our destiny, so bleak Repent regrets to offer Sacrifice to the only gods Puppeteered by the lords of death What's left will decompose
(Solo Rob)
We are inert from birth to dirt Existing as idle remains Such futile attempts at rebirth Enslaved from the womb to the grave Suffering in vain at death's door
Hand of bone gripping scythe As we're born we die Veins run cold, blood to ice Motivation Lurking one, father night Fading with the light
Patient, irreverent, death looms and it waits for none Faithless, emotionless, gluttonous, it will come for all
At the threshold of hope awaits a ravenous portal Consuming voraciously all life Born into beds of death With abortive destiny's And an ever fading lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
