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The Gospel Of Woe

See through the closed dry eyelids of the damned
What will you learn of their dead stare?
As we now have reached the shores of the genesis
We stand as stones of flesh, uncovering our putrid wounds

Above us the circling swarm of vultures soar
This, the day we've all been waiting for
To turn our backs on the creator, the founder of our sorrows
A ride of suffering in front of us

А harbinger or death, you sing the gospels оf mankind's demise
There is nothing left but the remains of its piety and fear

No blow of mercy will be given as no mercy you gave
Succumb and be a slave under their command
A long harsh wait for in the end to be set free from all savage misery
Punishment is due in the rotting land you used to call a haven

Yon say you'll trade this hell for heaven, but
nameless lives, you will feel it when death begins
The final fire that sparks the wish for peace
For years of labor, disappointment, and disease

The shadows haunt the light on your face
Death's head shines through, a relentless wish to kill
Twist and turn, or lay there with grace
Cling to the lowed ones as they tie you to the Catherine Wheel
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Why did we put our trust in them?
To each his own...

We stand on the cliff's edge, looking backwards at what life did offer us
Where did it lead us, and at what cost?
Pondering upon what the afterlife might give us when all is lost

But here's only God and you
No amends for the deeds you have done
Can a destiny be so cruel that you are the one going down alone
The Lord knows you tried to take us all with you

Feel the demons crushing your chest
As you cling to the comfort of the cross

A coffin's your final fortress
before the worms gnaw through rotten flesh and ghastly bones
And from your demise a new disease will grow
Like the inquisition we will hunt you down

Even Death cries when we approach
Cover your ears when you hear the thundering of hooves
and rite blow of trumpets sound in the distance
In every conflict we are always closer than you think