4 acessos
For every dead god
Who worships the living
And every lost soul
Starving submission for all
The tyrants will fall
Salvage the serpent
Born to rise
When process seems perfect
It's wrong to all
And your tyrants will fall
When thy art is hate
I've given it all
I can take
It's undeniable
When my heart is fake
I've given it all
I can break
It's unreliable
An affinity for the hurt
Create new death
And a love for the pain
'Til your final breath
And what lies
Behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell
Dead in the sand
Proverbs for peasants
To bow on command
An all-seeing presence
When thy art is hate
I've given it all
I can take
It's undeniable
When my heart is fake
I've given it all
I can break
It's unreliable
An affinity for the hurt
Create new death
And a love for the pain
'Til your final breath
And what lies
Behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell
For every dead god
Who worships the living
And every lost soul
Starving submission for all
Behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell
Obscured by my vision of hell
Obscured by my vision of hell
For every dead god
Who worships the living
And every lost soul
Starving submission for all