Tyrants Blood Merciless
Damn the lies that defy my creation, beckon my wrath , there death from my hands.
Mortal flesh, sanctify life.
Ride the rifts of the mind on an ocean of fire.
In mortal existence not fully aware.
Inherent within a life inherent.
Grasp at the irony as it unfolds before you.
Waste of life in the midst of a paradox.
Sword in hand , in position for battle, admonish deceived souls..
Rise above,
merciless.
Cut the boughs of illusion from pathetic limbs.
Gaze into the abyss as it stares into you,bleeding the tears that false devils cry.
Run from the battle as demons arise.
To eliminate existence , contradictions arise.
6 trumpets blow, apocalypse rides,
7 trumpets blow as hells beasts rise.
Massive extraction of dreams turn to pain.
Left on your back drowning in the pouring rain.
As ancient gods sever there heritage with man, the lies you've embraced fade into the mist.
Pervading with evil our tyranny succeeds.
Elimination of the weak,your convictions collapse.
As the blood and the horror sweep from the shores, the loss of all heart is the death of your soul.
The life that you live is the life that you die.
Within the secrets of eyes on the backs of lies
Sword in hand , in position for battle, admonish their deceived souls..
I will Rise above,
merciless.
Your god and your world are all f..cking dead.