It's little life is a lie
Rip it out from inside
She bears the blood of our tainted god's firstborn son
Veins true as yours are blue, but with blackness they run
He holds the inner voice
A bellow to infect
He holds everything without choice
No meager matter to silence his merit
Beneath the stars that fall like leaves
A dying child lives with skin ripped to shreds and as pale as death
Death
Should he go then he won't ascend
Amidst the flames, he'll live again
Singe and be cursed with almighty dread
Our lords will not take second best
A fetus fed to satiate
A symbol of the ritual painted on
This group of three so silently watches from beyond
The soulless
The tainted
The faceless
When the clouds are fully parted
You can see their eyes shining down from black of the sky
My beloved I call on thee
We must believe what we haven't seen
Should they wander walking with us at the funeral pyre
Here a birth in the flames should take place
I admit I never can keep a straight face as they're burning
Death
Should he go then he won't ascend
Amidst the flames, he'll live again
Singe and be cursed with almighty dread
Our lords will not take second best
A fetus fed to satiate
Mutated and twisted into something horrid that no mother could ever love
Only the ones above
Watch all in awe
Towering high
Becoming a filth feeding juggernaut
Chest heaving hard
Soul simply starved
A hole in the place where once beat his heart
Void are the prophecies
Scorn
Live in infamy
Rise, rise
Wipe them all before the lies
Void are the prophecies
Scorn
Live in infamy
Rise, rise
Lies, lies
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It's little life is a lie
Rip it out from inside
She bears the blood of our tainted god's firstborn son
Veins true as yours are blue, but with blackness they run
He holds the inner voice
A bellow to infect
He holds everything without choice
No meager matter to silence his merit
Beneath the stars that fall like leaves
A dying child lives with skin ripped to shreds and as pale as death
Death
Should he go then he won't ascend
Amidst the flames, he'll live again
Singe and be cursed with almighty dread
Our lords will not take second best
A fetus fed to satiate
A symbol of the ritual painted on
This group of three so silently watches from beyond
The soulless
The tainted
The faceless
When the clouds are fully parted
You can see their eyes shining down from black of the sky
My beloved I call on thee
We must believe what we haven't seen
Should they wander walking with us at the funeral pyre
Here a birth in the flames should take place
I admit I never can keep a straight face as they're burning
Death
Should he go then he won't ascend
Amidst the flames, he'll live again
Singe and be cursed with almighty dread
Our lords will not take second best
A fetus fed to satiate
Mutated and twisted into something horrid that no mother could ever love
Only the ones above
Watch all in awe
Towering high
Becoming a filth feeding juggernaut
Chest heaving hard
Soul simply starved
A hole in the place where once beat his heart
Void are the prophecies
Scorn
Live in infamy
Rise, rise
Wipe them all before the lies
Void are the prophecies
Scorn
Live in infamy
Rise, rise
Lies, lies
Rip it out from inside
She bears the blood of our tainted god's firstborn son
Veins true as yours are blue, but with blackness they run
He holds the inner voice
A bellow to infect
He holds everything without choice
No meager matter to silence his merit
Beneath the stars that fall like leaves
A dying child lives with skin ripped to shreds and as pale as death
Death
Should he go then he won't ascend
Amidst the flames, he'll live again
Singe and be cursed with almighty dread
Our lords will not take second best
A fetus fed to satiate
A symbol of the ritual painted on
This group of three so silently watches from beyond
The soulless
The tainted
The faceless
When the clouds are fully parted
You can see their eyes shining down from black of the sky
My beloved I call on thee
We must believe what we haven't seen
Should they wander walking with us at the funeral pyre
Here a birth in the flames should take place
I admit I never can keep a straight face as they're burning
Death
Should he go then he won't ascend
Amidst the flames, he'll live again
Singe and be cursed with almighty dread
Our lords will not take second best
A fetus fed to satiate
Mutated and twisted into something horrid that no mother could ever love
Only the ones above
Watch all in awe
Towering high
Becoming a filth feeding juggernaut
Chest heaving hard
Soul simply starved
A hole in the place where once beat his heart
Void are the prophecies
Scorn
Live in infamy
Rise, rise
Wipe them all before the lies
Void are the prophecies
Scorn
Live in infamy
Rise, rise
Lies, lies
Writer: Ryan Green
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