Empty tombs lined with gold, behold the nothing stained glass hole.
Miasma-tic murder, lifeless cold, lost in the winds, lust in the oaks.
The gods gave us malice, deep through the bones, this pestilence is growing old.
The misery comes, the misery grows, without misery, we'll never know.

Embrace the poison, burn the bridge, we are just a carcass in the end.
Our black death has become rapture, our life is just a fracture,
look to the sky its burning, it's the end.

Rise the dead, sever the head, embrace the black art we're drowning in.
The beaks of blind men nurture the blight, they shattered the prisms to end a life.
Left in a hole, black skin and bones, spiraling downward where hell is home.
Suffer above, suffer below, without suffering we'd be alone.

Wicked tides are moving in, it turns out the blessed have sinned.
Now they have burnt down heaven because you have let them in.
Embrace, these charred black bodies, our horizon is ashes,
our god is just a sadist, on blackened wings of lead.

Dead, pray for death
Dead, prey for death

The dead ride a horse of incarnate, with heaven's whores in a casket.
You'll rot while drinking the chalice, until then you'll look for malice.

Dead, pray for death
Dead, prey for death
in the end...

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