Wombbath - Footsteps of Armageddon


The hue of sorrow is everywhere
Broken rocks cover tombs of late
Yet through the barren waste
A stench of rot fills the air 

As the horrid acts are revealed 
It creeps, and deem the world as wrong 
Unsealed by the weight of the world 
In songs of the broken souls

Inside the gloom surrounded by the bleak 
For here I know that Heaven is not 
I yield my empty self and realize 
Nothing is our everything?

'These scabs and flakes, that covers me 
They hold me under, tied to the void 
A pulse that can be heard 
Inside something that never existed

On footsteps towards a dead future 
A synchronized marsh of death 
By blood that divides us 
A bond is made, a dead solace

Purge of the weak, end the less 
A chase for immortality
Something that to achieved at any cost 
Sacrifice all for eternal life

Make the world a salve 
Fit for the purpose of a twisted mind 
A sickness that must be cured 
Passing time, as time passed by

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