Unending downward blackness
Dark incantations practiced
Fallen and consumed with madness
Barbed heart with hate and malice
I have become a feast for maggots
Laid bare in a shallow casket
The twisting void in which I inhabit
Demonic visions in broken gla**es
Unending downward blackness
Dark incantations practiced
Fallen and consumed with madness
Barbed heart with hate and malice
I have become a feast for maggots
Laid bare in a shallow casket
The twisting void in which I inhabit
Demonic visions in broken gla**es
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
Flesh and blood is canvas
Eternity has made me callous
Sensory detachment
And irreversible damage
What crown of thorns entangled
To the heights of Babel
The twisting void in which I inhabit
Demonic visions in broken gla**es
Flesh and blood is canvas
Eternity has made me callous
Sensory detachment
And irreversible damage
What crown of thorns entangled
To the heights of Babel
The twisting void in which I inhabit
Demonic visions in broken gla**es
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
What crown of thorns entangled
To the heights of Babel
The twisting void in which I inhabit
Demonic visions in broken gla**es
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning