Immolation
Single • 2020
Have faith in their words From your weakness they are born Messiahs to the masses But failures for all Send millions to worship Send millions to die Devoted, they follow in blindness Lost, they can not find their way Eminent...immortal Crowned by our hands Bringers of terror, all will cower in fear Bringers of war, their people perish and die Bringers of plague, the faithful wither and fade Bringers of famine, the hunger grows and grows Cure not our ills... Feed on our souls... Promise eternity... Eternity never comes... Their lies will lull the chaos While humanity falls around them Impoverished, in droves they'll grovel In confusion and fear they flourish They've failed to lead the way out of darkness Their words mean nothing, your gods are dead Let them rape you Let them rule you They will take you You're failures for gods No promised land No love towards man No perfect end You're failures for gods Can they not see the deception and the tyranny So desperate they've become the victims not the victors Can they not see the tragedy in their beliefs The failures you worship are the failures you've become Eminent...immortal Crowned by our hands
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Cold and empty His essence malign This absence of light Casts out and condemns... God's will His soul, his essence Lives inside us This wretched mark Has stained our souls... Forever Through us his war is won Victorious over God and his son Persuasive and dominant his presence Shall break the strongest of wills The devout can't endure his storms Grant passage into our world His shadow will consume and feed Upon your blessed trinity Cripple and erase its curse Bring upon the end of faith Until your savior comes again To prove his death was not his end He'll come alive through our beliefs We hear his laughter through our tears His cries of glory as we stray from the light Defeated and shamed, chastised and silent Angels, and Saints, and God forgotten The path to heaven ends at conception Our souls will fall far below the clouds Through us his war is won Victorious over God and his son Persuasive and dominant his presence Shall break the strongest of wills The devout can't endure his storms Grant passage into our world
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
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