For The Love Of Nourish
Stain of vengeance surrounds. Cleansing for the souls regained through time. One thousand years to reflect stare upon the grave, remorse of lost blood induced from tears. Stay within the walls of elevated dimension
"THE FUNERAL IS ABOUT TO BEGIN"
All hate flows throughout suffer these transit times onto them discover pain from scalded minds elliptic madness - crucifies
Draining souls - swallowed whole - return the order - to its proper numeration. Bred for life - sacrificed. Downed lesions singe the glance of hope. Stain of torment surrounds venting through marked shrouds beheaded corpse rots. One thousand years to reflect stare upon the grave remorse from the wait of redemption