Saving Grace - The First Woe lyrics

Your joys will cease and the mocking will stop. Your songs will fall silent. All consuming, the sound of human torture. Agony tearing open the ears of the saints. Screaming, begging & pleading for d**h in any form to steal you away from the affliction; to take you away from the unending horror. Blood emerges in dry clots and your screams are in vain as (d**h) Abaddon's Hoard overtakes you (tearing your flesh from your bones). Piercing, ravaging & devouring your will to live. Like leaves to a locust is the flesh of the markless man to these swarms of sadism. And two woes are yet to come..