That Cannot Die Which Eternally Is Dead Songtext
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We've come again to the end my friends
The winds of change have swirled up a din
The beast is shifting shapes again
Weaponized to the teeth while we grin
The years are gone in the blink of an eye, of an old withered man
our dreams are lost to the sands
of bastard time, what was our crime? But to exist? Were sent before the devil, hell were on his list
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch, and dead right from the start
This century, the night world is ours
That cannot die which eternally is dead, two in the place of a once severed head
Hydra of bone and its swirling dance
Hypnotizing the weak in its trance
The years they fleet like the words of the meek in the face of the storm, now witness as this hell is born
Unto this earth, we are its curse, We are the truth, you seek eternal life we are the living proof
The gates gilded in gold our blackened entrance
Open your veins and pay the demons penance
From your abysmal heart
Black as pitch, and dead right from the start
This century, the night world is ours
Deliver us, relentless
Deliver us, the damned
The dead were still here walking with blood upon our hands
Deliver us, intention
Deliver us, the truth
The movers of this world wholl shake the very life from you
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch, and dead right from the start
This century, the night world is ours
(Thanks to Jake Stamper for these lyrics)
The winds of change have swirled up a din
The beast is shifting shapes again
Weaponized to the teeth while we grin
The years are gone in the blink of an eye, of an old withered man
our dreams are lost to the sands
of bastard time, what was our crime? But to exist? Were sent before the devil, hell were on his list
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch, and dead right from the start
This century, the night world is ours
That cannot die which eternally is dead, two in the place of a once severed head
Hydra of bone and its swirling dance
Hypnotizing the weak in its trance
The years they fleet like the words of the meek in the face of the storm, now witness as this hell is born
Unto this earth, we are its curse, We are the truth, you seek eternal life we are the living proof
The gates gilded in gold our blackened entrance
Open your veins and pay the demons penance
From your abysmal heart
Black as pitch, and dead right from the start
This century, the night world is ours
Deliver us, relentless
Deliver us, the damned
The dead were still here walking with blood upon our hands
Deliver us, intention
Deliver us, the truth
The movers of this world wholl shake the very life from you
Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
Your abysmal heart
Black as pitch, and dead right from the start
This century, the night world is ours
(Thanks to Jake Stamper for these lyrics)
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