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Humanity has had its chance
A millennia of war torn promises
Now to suffer the culling of souls
Malevolent wrath from the gods of old
Kneel, pray for your lives
No serenity
Your race we despise
Purgation by ritual violence
Of morbid social emotion
Bow your head in silence
As we feed off your pointless devotion
Be purged
None will survive
From fire we will rise
(Solo â Aston)
Attempts at salvation
Lost to the wind
Your words of prayer
Lashes of agony
Savour your words
As ashes they fall
Burning away your shield
Enduring acts that sow the seeds
Hatred fading as the demons feed
Feast your eyes
Upon your broken flesh
As our power eats into your mortal minds
Transcend into nothingness
As your bodies wither and die
Wither and dieâ¦
(Solo â Aston)
Breathless ones their faces rotten
Screams from dreams and fears forgotten
Divine images besiege their brains
Powers beyond corrode their veins
Severed tongues bring silent moans
Broken words and solemn tones
For the pain and despair they did sow
Descended to shadow now heralds of woe
Humanity has had its chance
A millennia of war torn promises
Now to suffer the culling of souls
Malevolent wrath from the gods of old
Kneel, pray for your lives
From fire we will rise
Freedom, Salvation
Forgotten is the world that once was
(Solo â Aston)
Let them know fear and spiritual desecration
Feel our fury and divine devastation