Letras:
Conducting From The Grave

A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. A thousand hearts to

of this earth, retribution fuels an unholy rebirth. Break free the chains of this earth for retribution. We rise! We have risen from the grief of the grave

I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with the likes of your past. I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands. Clawing

since the dawn of time it?s been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory and through our convictions we?re born anew with the blood

hell. It's gong to start from the inside out, and take down every fiber of your being. You've become a spectacle. It's going to start from the inside

among us see this plague manifest from your scorn and the echoes from revenants of your horror's past shall torment your mind see hallow ties to a world, build from

Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and

what yearns for flesh suspended consciousness reviled Such bitterness at rest will have you clasping for cherished light that has been smothered By the hands of fiends Lungs collapse from

And the time shall come to pass when we're no longer given breath and then nothing shall see what monsters we have become