Planted are the seeds that will carry out the deeds For the deity's plot bestows knowledge to the slaves And a path to be paved for his majesty to burn like coal There is no escaping this horror Drunken with a rage of his infidelity A deity of black is set The darkness has spawned, this cannot be undone This blackened, wretched heart Seeks nothing more than to devour The pestilence of man resides in its final hour Setting out to destroy the king Forging creations with apostasy The cloak of his vile malicious intent relies On abundant gifts of wealth, prosperity and lies Willingly deceived by the luxury received And the taste of fleshly impure acts with filthy fallacies There is no innocence to behold Blinded by debauchery thoughtlessly extolled Consumed by the fruits of wickedness And deliverance of the soul Entwined with a plot of treachery A betrayal unforetold Blasphemy, through the eyes of the one true architect And the shepherd let them wander into exile Penance and regret The blackened, wretched one Seeks nothing more than to devour The pestilence of man resides in its final hour A web of lies will be the gate for all the tragedy To resonate inside the hearts of man and build an infantry To rectify and over throw the king
Slaves to his plot and cravings will be The foundation for his masterpiece A gateway to time and space is his desire To breach Heaven's gates with unholy fire
Sinister acts severed them from their salvation And the paradise from which they came For their inept existence has cursed them all as his slaves Mere pawns of the agenda allow the nemesis to convey Whispers in the ears of man, pure lies to seal their fate This blackened, wretched heart Seeks nothing more than to devour The pestilence of man resides in its final hourTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
