Millenia of systematic slaughter Bodies populating the outer crust of the scorched earth Cremation crusades sprayed ashes unto the water Tormented soldiers dread rebirth.
Deliverance is a fragile dream The comfort of a fool Behemoths pull the war machines Lit by a molten core The mortal man is cruel With merciless designs for nevermore A self-contained genocide To condemn the slain to the other side…
Cosmic eyes watch with eternal patience The war to feed the ancients.
The illusion of peace prevails A mask of sanity for a dying species Artillery fire rips through the veil Serrated blades draw blood to rid the disease.
With each mortal shell that crumbles away One more soul is released Uncounted scores of fallen prey Languish at the gates of oblivion Outer gods and their servitors Prepare for a stygian feast Empowered by the hopeless dead The festering fabric of reality will split with a gaping incision.
[Written by: Morte McAdaver] [Vocals: Casey Jones]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
