On November 2, 2019
Watch your enemy's children die
Hell has no hate, no battle to birth that rage,
have you seen what the evil has done,
the billion empty souls hungry of flesh and blood.
Win magical altars for the Saint, and death for the wicked,
idle hands as they wish in hell be bound.
In this moment I fear if you are , if you are, what you are.
I am this everyday, and if I am this
what's that, what is that what's in your hand.
Is it a sward or is it a crown?
Are you a man or are you a god?
All the treason are hard to sequence
were they worth it, I wonder
how many times you betrayed the castle.
Your prophets are puppets,
fading light of extinguishing ashes,
this void awaits for humanity fail,
evanescence gone in darkness.
The guard to the fire demons on the other end,
as an army of one through the gates they will ascend.
Bow to the ruler, he is your master!
whoever carries that scepter
orders the army written in legends.
This world is lost, born upon the graves and grief,
for you the start is the end, as the
love shall be love, and hate shall be your end.
Voices in your head are making you crazy
The best way to stop the devil is insane.
All the incarcerated pain you could do easily without,
from that high tower shedding death and fear;
burn down their rotten flesh,
set it up and watch your enemy's children die.
have you seen what the evil has done,
the billion empty souls hungry of flesh and blood.
Win magical altars for the Saint, and death for the wicked,
idle hands as they wish in hell be bound.
In this moment I fear if you are , if you are, what you are.
I am this everyday, and if I am this
what's that, what is that what's in your hand.
Is it a sward or is it a crown?
Are you a man or are you a god?
All the treason are hard to sequence
were they worth it, I wonder
how many times you betrayed the castle.
Your prophets are puppets,
fading light of extinguishing ashes,
this void awaits for humanity fail,
evanescence gone in darkness.
The guard to the fire demons on the other end,
as an army of one through the gates they will ascend.
Bow to the ruler, he is your master!
whoever carries that scepter
orders the army written in legends.
This world is lost, born upon the graves and grief,
for you the start is the end, as the
love shall be love, and hate shall be your end.
Voices in your head are making you crazy
The best way to stop the devil is insane.
All the incarcerated pain you could do easily without,
from that high tower shedding death and fear;
burn down their rotten flesh,
set it up and watch your enemy's children die.
