The day was ripe, the wind was clean
Until, the night, when the dark clouds came
The storm was here, Our death was near
The boat it cracked and all became black

Shipwrecked on a tiny island
Treachery a-stir
Came to in a pit
Full of blood and shit
No more

Welcome to your life
Choose your own way
Youve gotta do something
On Sunday
Pick a religion
Theyre all the same
You get screwed either way
Faith is a game

One vengeful god
Two paths to choose
Two afterlives
And every time you lose

G

Hung, drawn, and bled on a sacrifice bed
star charts, sanguine doctrine, the paths of the dead
fools map the stars towards a brighter tomorrow
but where will they turn to when they've nothing to live for
I rise above and I challenge your ways
to perpetually mock you the rest

The dead can kill
Through noose and chair
Think not of the thrill
Do so without a care
Guilty inside the brain
Guilty outside the head
He shall taketh the pain
While the dead bury the dead

He sits in the chair
Frying to death
Spasm of pain

Its a new day, the dawn of a new light
The chance to start all over from the beginning
And make things rightagain

He travels eternally
As he searches for another race
Darkness fills the sky
The years begin to fade

Destruction rains from the heavens
Str

They've chewed off my legs
and butchered my arms
the machines of divinity have shattered my soul
thy flesh consumed
and viscera torn
a blessing it would be to have never been born
the blackness and hatred
of menstral skies torn asunder
the doors of heaven slammed

The wings of a black damnation
the blades impale the whore
this rightious infestation
breeding weakness in us all
their wrists are slashed to etch pentagrams
drawn within their flowing blood
I've inflicted myself with pain
to envoke his awful name
fermenting and r

Here stands a man
Lonely and forgotten
He does what he can
But hes losing
His whole worlds a lie
He knows that its true
If only he knew
That he need not die

He does what he wants
Doesnt care what people think
And if he makes it through
Hell live to b

Its all about the trend
And whats cool today
You dont think ahead
I am one to say
All the clothes that you wear
And the music you say you like
Its gonna get old
You know damn well Im right

You aint going nowhere, cuz time will hold you
You cant crit

I know that I'm not insane
but the voices they won't go away
I've murdered to ease the pain
but by nightfall they're back again
the ritual drives back the demons in my head
their voices can't haunt me, not once they're dead
this dagger in my hand the key to the silence

To await the day when you're removed from your place
is that your lot? is that your reward?
my mind is clearer than it ever was before
for I reject that which can not be ignored
I await the day when you're showing your true place
you will beg and cry on the day that you die

the pain of losing her love
to the grave is beyond control
and the world has become such a dark cold place
since a coffin became her home
i know hat he can't hear me 6 feet below the earth
and i can't abide these bullshit lies or ressurrection or rebirth
if i called out y

Butchered, the headless gutted dead lay upon the ground
and fire, the only thing scorching silence all around
inverted crosses of territories marking blood fields for the hunt
where lifeless limbs lie in bile filled pits and corpses are emptied of guts
(chorus)
the forces of

lost beneath the tides of grace
a cosmic soul crushed death embrace
that launches towards the stars a curse
to enslave mankind or maybe worse
this charades gone far too long
the dead should stay where they belong
they whisper things into our minds

so we'll regurgita