There is a darkness in this place
Where impressionable minds are poisoned
Words from the ancient script
Have pried away all reason
1000 suns have passed
But countless spines are bludgeoned
The weight of all this life
The decline in cerebral substance
Spare me tonged deceiver
Spare me your brazen stories
Sew these lips of liars shut
Denounce your faith before me
Shadows cut the grain
Across the line
To decimate the pulse of this wasteland
Ashes left behind
This is death designed
Someday we'll all be pried from these bones
Death son of a lie
Under the moon
This is the world we live
Cries ring through the night
Drown in the sound of oblivion
Rise up from the grave
Increasingly violent
Eyes of the snake
All hail the heathen hail the eye of obsidian
Glare off of the gold
Never escape sediment cold
Son of a beast
Enemy lines
Ready to die in the city dust
Shells inter the gloom
Signal the end end
Visions of tombs
All hail the heathen hail the eye of obsidian