As them sinners walk.
Through the storm of possessed.
Drained black hearts.
The filth they drag.
They lost upon.
Through the ashes,
Will never walk back home.

The plague within.
The cross to bare.
The masses of disgust.

In the hour of dying,
All hope is lost.
Vanishing,
Will never walk back home.

Their souls are lost.
In fields of dispair.
They brought this upon.
Bow for the worms.
Their leaders in sick.
Bleeding eye, in absence.

Self inflicted wounds,
Possessed by disease.
Sickness, I walk the path.
For the greater fall I stand.
For the greater good I'm dead.

Through blood I cry,
Tears of neglect.
Sorrow, I stand alone.
For the greater fall I stand.
For the greater good I'm dead.

As demons walk my vain.
The foundation, in pain.
The guilt, the start of an end.

Drown, kill sound of mind.
Through depths of time.
Strive life in pain.
Will I never see the sun again.

In the eyes of the raven,
Pain still breeds.
Unfleshed condemned.
Heads in hand.

Love, they will follow you,
Till the end of grief.
Love, they will drench you,
Until blood release.

In the eyes of the child,
The flame still feeds.
As the raven eye,
It fills the grief.

As I wak in shade,
Eternity in pain.
With the eye in light,
Possessed blood is drained.
We are fed, fed on your dead,
Feast on your gone.
We are fed, on your dead,
Feast on your gone.

The old wind is near,
The slain will begin.
Repuslion in dust,
When hate is calling you in.
The serpents spit,
They brought upon.
Drown at disgust,
Sick souls will be gone.

Blind your eyes.
In the hole of broken bones.
Spill your souls.
To the tones of empty roles.

It's your righteous filth to crawl in them holes.
It's your righteous faith, laugh at their wormholes.
The god within, the only way.
The emptiness, for them we pray.

In the rays, of a heart black sun.
Poisoned fields, guts on the ground.
Hand in hand, they spineless walk.
Towards spears of a thousands.

See the storm of redeem.
Through your fearful eyes.
Kneel down, for the cold.
Bleed like spears of a thousands.

As faith leaves,
At the end of the road.
They will feed you.
To the wolves of the cold.

As faith leaves,
At the end of the road.
They will feed you.
To the wolves of the cold.

When they call you,
When there is no more.
They will bleed,
The spears of a thousands.

They breathe, you bleed.
Still they come.

They pray, you fall.
Still they reign.