God Complex
The Judge
The wrath of god lies sleeping
How these things end in confusion (And curses and blood)
To carry war of a mad man's making
Ex Inferis
Forced, usurped, stricken from the throne
Ghosts in the desert riding forth
In sand up to our eyelids (Eyelids)
Barren wastes of silence (Silence)
And the gutters fill with blood
Crawling through the mud with yellow insipid eyes
Crawling in the fucking viscera
Bleeding skies
Forced, usurped, stricken from the throne
Ghosts in the desert riding forth
And bleeding in the rain
Wе call your name
Our saviour, Ex Inferis
From Letras Mania