Dead to All, Pride of Man
Pure redemption faded
Catatonic, my existence
The next turn awaited
Consuming my mind
The beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Helpless cry, dismal dreams
Wretched souls awaken
Hated by all, resisted by some
This desolate wasteland
For I will k** again
Consuming my mind
The beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Murder Tragic, senses failing
Illuminating within
Soul by soul, thus I revel
Tendrils, blessed in sin
Can't seem to stop the will
To take hold of your soul
For I must k** again
Consuming my mind
The beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Destroying my mind
The beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender