the sinful offering, enraptures, enslaves and incites intertwined with the gift of the gods pleasure to whom it is sworn having faith in that of flesh
as one we stand, here and after as one we stand in our secret places for it is the way it must be, our minds, our spirits merging move in me your soul
roaming on earth in pain and anguish hushed by fear and blind to silence now from emptiness I soar writhing in despair as I once yearned at gods of not
the path of greed for you to tread take of that which may leave the rest the part of your life you try to refuse and when you succeed you wander in fear
a temple made of flesh in which we emerge to a world of ourselves the rising of the strong and strength is found in the blood of man there?s a throne
the world has come to end the devil is on his own by that which has been made this earth will be laid to waste the presence of the one not felt but known
no god will be above us to spread disease around never do we bend for a lord that you?ve made we respond with our hatred on you no chance to walk the
too many times we?ve been shackled to our feet with words of disdain from the shallow men far too long the truth has been withheld the genuine faith is
their stiff and pale faces all twisted with a terrified gaze empty eyes, have you reached your promised place without a sound those spirits enticed into
restricted rules applied, deprived on our exemption why impose gods will afraid of the suffering inside your own head why do you fear the things we believe
death, as long as you?re blind salvation is when you can see break the circle of lunacy and he?ll bless your soul with endless pain dead, begging for
restricted rules applied, deprived on our exemption why impose gods will afraid of the suffering inside your own head why do you fear the things we
