hell. It's gong to start from the inside out, and take down every fiber of your being. You've become a spectacle. It's going to start from the inside
Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and
but when the sun burns out and the freeze begins, its going to be that much harder to pull the words from your lips. The food chain collapses. Predator becomes
I've bid m farewell to every sunset and counted every moon. Sooner or later these tides are going to wash these towns away, and take every impurity with it. From
sockets reflect of burnt out stars and hollow graves. Everything becomes nothing sooner or later. Its when the piece doesn't fit that all hell breaks loose. Your legends
through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands. To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams I wake from
that's certain, everything will someday die. Devour this heart with memories of her. An eternity together that meant the world to me, when every second
Forsaken in past passages. Told through the eyes of legends. The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. From this
of this earth, retribution fuels an unholy rebirth. Break free the chains of this earth for retribution. We rise! We have risen from the grief of the grave
with blood would you kill your own kind, would you honor those that died. When forced into battle morals become obsolete and everyone becomes a nemesis