A Night In Texas Flesh Kingdom
Welcome to my flesh kingdom
Sit and sip the blood of the Antichrist
A realm to call my own
A prison of bones
Welcome to Hell's penitentiary
God's children are sentenced for suffering
A realm to call my own
Your soul's new home
Plasma smears the face of the almighty one
Decapitated and placed on Hell's mantle
For all to witness
What has become of their holy liberator
Blood flows like rivers through my unholy domain
Tortured souls of Christ's soldiers are all that remains
Vulturеs flock to the flesh of the fallеn
Feasting on their soulless remnants
Howling in pain you will seek your solace
But your God can't hear you now
All enveloping sense of eternal dread
Hell entombed the souls of those who submit their life to
Death will reign down from the skies
Will dry your blood
Soaks the pages of your God's testament
Brings saviour no more
Satan has awoken from his slumber
To reclaim his throne in Hell
Welcome to my flesh kingdom
Sit and sip the blood of the Antichrist
A realm to call my own
A prison of bones
Welcome to Hell's penitentiary
God's children are sentenced for suffering
A realm to call my own
Your soul's new home
Plasma smears to the ways of the holy spirit
The burden of mortality will be relinquished
For the Antichrist never falls for rest to deity
As our souls are crushed and consumed
But our lives
All life will be devoured and forgotten
Condemned to eternity
Quench on my confession
Forced to rewrite
The preachers of the sacred scriptures
With the power of the casualties
From the heavens above
Their tortured souls will bleed and cry
For their savior in the sky
But their God can't hear them now
Your God can't hear you now
The tears of God
Come from the heavens above
Quench on the Antichrist destruction
Welcome to my flesh kingdom
Sit and sip the blood of the Antichrist
A realm to call my own
A prison of bones
Welcome to Hell's penitentiary
God's children are sentenced for suffering
A realm to call my own
Your soul's new home
The ebbing of heaven
A leader in Hell
In yours God's failure
Means that we will prevail
As immortals crave through the Lord's gate
They will know that they died for nothing
They will die for nothing
