Wombbath - Embrace Death


In this dark tribulation 
Where weakest souls are immolated 
As they slither and souls will collide 
In the celebration of this ignored generation 
Welcome to the world of the blood mortals 
As they slither in the horror of the land 
Into the breast of damnation's glory 
The ancient one is set for us to never see 
In the dusk of the shadow horn 
In the ending of all light 

We are the dead 
We are the living 
We are the ones who will rise above the glory 
We are the night 
We are the children of the anti-Christ

A dance of immortality 
Slipping our lust, shedding our mortality 
Play with the fire of life
As my mind turns dark, I become eternal 
How I wish for death 
The peaceful notion of my nothingness

It's written, it's made up by the rotten flesh 
This feeling a damned soul a notion of me 
Ridden, by the cold winds of war 
A walk a lonely path inside my mind

In this dark tribulation 
Where weakest souls are immolated 
As they slither and souls will collide 
In the celebration of this ignored generation 
Welcome to the world of the blood mortals 
As they slither in the horror of the land
Into the breast of damnations glory

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