We're running in vicious circles Unaware of the doom that proceeds us Deceived by the luscious tempt of sin Demon of envy King of pride Prince of hell Divides the waters of chaos Devour the sinners to feed the righteous We weren't meant for this We are not the same Our worlds do not mix True traitor, true whore We weren't meant for this We are not the same Our worlds do not mix True traitor, true whore Deep in the back of my subconscious I hear a voice scream for death over misery End this madness or subdue me With false grace in my humanity Damned at the last judgement He clashes his jaws on me Leviathan In your wake we will meet our doom We weren't meant for this We are not the same Our worlds do not mix True traitor, true whore We weren't meant for this We are not the same Our worlds do not mix True traitor True whore Dragged under and twisted torn apart Hellmouth Condemed to eternity The wicked will feel his wrath Odor of death Darkness consumes the flesh Leviathan In your wake we will meet our doom