6.Crowned In Terror
It's not over yet
Consuming flames of the faceless one
There's no time to repent
As you bow before the serpent god
There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
And ready to attack
The jaws of death are hungry like a war
Songs of death shall kill the lies forever
And ever
Baptized burning, cold flames
Will purify my soul
Our hearts are rotten to the core
Behead the prophets, their skulls
Trophies in the final war
The plague of man, crowned in terror
Hate and soulless might
It's not over yet
Racing down these dead end streets
There's no time to repent
One last shot of the end complete
There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
What we have sown
Is ours to reap
Songs of death shall kill the lies forever
And ever
Baptized burning, cold flames
Will purify my soul
Our hearts are rotten to the core
Behead the prophets, their skulls
Trophies in the final war
The plague of man, crowned in terror
Hate and soulless might
It's not over yet
Racing down these dead end streets
There's no time to repent
One last shot of the end complete
There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
What we have sown
Is ours to reap
As we watch the angels die
In the lake of sulphur, we'll watch 'em drown
A massacre divine
Blasphemous locust in genocide reborn
The beating of your heart
Echoing in silence, the sound of death
As your soul is torn apart
A violent cry of pain, riding your final breath
It's not over yet
Consuming flames of the faceless one
There's no time to repent
The serpent god, damnation lord
There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
And ready to attack
The jaws of death are hungry like a war
Baptized burning, cold flames
Will purify my soul
Our hearts are rotten to the core
Behead the prophets, their skulls
Trophies in the final war
The plague of man, crowned in terror
Hate and soulless might
It's not over yet
Racing down these dead end streets
There's no time to repent
One last shot of the end complete
There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
What we have sown
Is ours to reap
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