Forged from the fires in the belly of the Earth
beware thine demon
convincing are the words to an innocent spirit
that you were born a heathen
Leering amongst the deviant
Leering amongst the villainous
Luring the frailty of man
Isolate and devour
Struggle to inherit a heaven that does not exist
whispers of mortality loom over everything
as if they ripped the sun out of the sky
Pales in the wake of death's stride
screams of mortality loom over everything
as if they ripped the stars out of the night sky
you praise a darkness disguised by light
Parallel to none we exist
by the grace of the divine
propagation causing Man to decline
as you wither on the vine
devouring deception
as you wither on the vine
They will watch as you decay
only sheep are sure to follow and obey
The weak will be crushed by walls of the tomb
built by frailty which resides
within your veins
pumping deadly venom directly into
the heart of a desolate shell of wasted skin
Lost in perpetual dreamscapes
reality
Lost in perpetual fantasy
Leering amongst the deviant
Leering amongst the villainous
your eyes once glossed with innocence
will see no truth
so unfortunate
to live depraved
and carry that burden
to your grave
[Solo :Andy Thomas]
Putrefy on the vine swallow lies festering and waiting
for the harvester to come reclaim your fate
Putrefy on the vine swallow lies festering and waiting
for death to strike and end your destroyed life
writhing, dying
cut yourself free from the vine with apostasy
