Artificially born from the blasphemy
Products of the progress of vacancy
Men and minds and rumors of prophecies
Demons seeking their death lie in front of me
Don't fall in
Taken from grace, pining for ways
To escape your fate
We're here to reap what you've sown
Bitten by beasts of curses written
With blood that seeps with clot
You can't get away.
It feeds on the innocenct
What are you feeling right now?
What are you feeling right
Desecrated, the flesh leaks up onto him
Shallow graves, mortal ties, the hearts of men
He has no conscience to repent
He bathes in blood from his enemies
Don't fall in
Taken from grace
Pining for ways
To escape your fate
We're here to reap what you've sown
Bitten by beasts of curses written
With blood that seeps with clot
You can't get away
It feeds on the innocent
Go!
Don't fall in
Taken from grace
Pining for ways
To escape your fate
We're here to reap what you've sown
Bitten by beasts of curses written
With blood that seeps with clot
You can't get away
It feeds on the innocent