Reeling in shame
we reach too hard for what remains
shackle the heel for comfort,
we’ll capture the cross
damnations illusion created
to punish the lost.
Hypnotic the flames
rise through the remains
a slave to the demons in chains
Toil in the graves
the sinners harvest the wombs
for the demons
to copulate,
Condemned to the pits
impaling the fallen ones,
for the sins of the chosen son.
Hypnotic the flames
rise through the remains
a slave to the demon in chains
a slave the demon in chains.
Feeling the strain
we reach too hard for what remains
shackle the heel for comfort
capture the cross
damnations illusions created
to punish the lost
Hypnotic the flames
rise through the remains
a slave to the demon in chains
In the disgrace of god
devotions lost,
to the embrace of torture
the unholy spirit falls,
Hypnotic the flames,
Slowly rising through remains,
A slave to the demon in chains
From all the hatred, viral bitter rage,
that courses through our mortal veins
we’ll fight for what remains.

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