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Kriegsmaschine - Devotee lyrics



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02. Hands Of The Plague Master

It's time to wear the masks of red
Greet the new age with brand new plagues
Let them spread, let them purge
Stick in the world's throat our own set of rules

We are the hands that push the world
Towards the new inflamed beginning
We have opened our hearts and minds
And set free the Serpent - which we had imagined

We've seen deep into our scars
We inhaled the burning Dragon's breath
We tasted the glimmering Devil's blood
Which colour human words can't describe

The time has come to end all dignity
Cut the shit short once and for good
Break the sigils on poisonous vials
Set our little friends free

We live our lives through hatred
Which grows inside us strong
We are the hands of the Plague Master
That will strangle the world alright

We are the
Hands of the Plague Master

04. Devotee / Son Of The God Supreme

There are some of them that stand here, who shall not taste death, 'til they see the kingdom of God coming in power

Descent
We've had razors deep in our wrists
Prepared a safe place to grow
For we long for your blessing, curse
Which will grant us the power and will

How to get closer to the core
To feel the breath of pest
Taste the ice cold blood
Lose all the senses, reform and redeem

Cleanse the mind through cathartic hatred
On the border of control where man and beast unite
The blinding white light of His eyes' gleam
The absolute power of misanthropy and wrath

For the wisdom of the flesh is death; Because the wisdom of the flesh is an enemy to God; And they who are in the flesh, cannot please God. For if you live according to the flesh, you shall die: but if by the Spirit you mortify the deeds of the flesh, you shall live

Devotee - had blades in our flesh
Devotee - something has changed, something had grown
Devotee - sacrificed the hope to see the truth
Devotee - son of the god supreme

Nothing came and nothing had gone
Future shines in the shadows of the old

Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?