Slaves of wealth, slaves of malignance
Delicate are the winds of change
I feel howling gusts upon this torture and pain
Did everything become a placeholder of the true terror?
Slaves of wealth and ignorance
Defiance
The crucifixion
Cutting my throat, I adorn this affliction
Heavy hands tear me apart and force me to bow
We are the ethos of evisceration, begging for annihilation
Begging to die alone in the haze
The sun sets before the dawn
Slaves of wealth and ignorance
An eruption of chaos
Barren wastelands fester in silence
Slicing through the veil of innocence
Rescind my soul into the abyss of nothingness
Vicious cycles, comfort of thorns and lust
Breaking down every bone
Commanding the knife I once held
Sickening waves come in forms of ignorance and pain
Our shepherds of vile cruelty
Sinking in a sea of lies
Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries
Clustered morals clash in unison
All we have to feel is the breath of the end
Sinking in a sea of lies
Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries
With the death of a sparrow, I cry
Our souls are contained and have been left here to die
Without a trace of human nature left inside the web weaved by the chosen watchers
Expect death to crawl and chew upon every soul that dared to seek answers, ask why he's lost control
Feast upon they eyes of the world
As I approach the throne of undead flesh
Instructed to burn I am a slave to you my lord of death
Helpless forever
An underworld over flowing with souls of undeveloped corrupted forms
If I cannot bend the will of heaven, then I shall move hell
Sinking in a sea of lies
Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries
Clustered morals clash in unison
All we have to feel is the breath of the end
Sinking in a sea of lies
Painting suffering, sounds of echoing cries
With the death of a sparrow, I cry
Our souls are contained and have been left here to die