Your insincere mind is damnation and destruction
nerve racking torture and pain
You live this power but not
the wrath of your soul turns agains the world with words
You hate, because the thought is dead
you scream, because consciousmess is untrue
Your body is just the symbol of a morbid world
The deep is thick with blood and devours you slowly
False prophets will make it pharisee
but you will judge in the name of the deep
and let the voice of dusk be heard
The pure five will break forth
and living hell enforces the new might |
