Martyr AD
Withered Monarch
spite the hand that breeds innocence light the fires of impurity pull the hood over your fucking face and hide away your real self if you've come here to pass judgement leave your cause behind fade away you have come here to tear me apart then come to me and take this life from me your your time your chance to show your worth is fading fast when you wither I will ruin your shell spend a life wasting your every breath and I will spend years wishing you pain the pain of a thousand dead delivered to you as a gift of razor blades through the eyes and a nail through the tongue drawing life from a body kill it gently slowly give it the numbing feeling that you've given me before suffer kill off the weak to purify leave them behind to teach the wrong make from their bone an effigy of disease for the forgotten suffer to the end we've come for the blood of a god
From Letras Mania