Until There Is No Longer-Thy Art Is Murder

A call for bloodshed from devils of old Fire rains upon the fallen, incinerate the souls Storm the gardens of Eden, tear down the idols Til nothing remains, reawaken the cycle They have died a thousand deaths But you will die a thousand more Cold skin, pale flesh, withered in agony Reform, distort, inhuman tragedy Hereditary war, congenital death The ghosts in your lungs consume your final breath Oh watchers of the plague Eternity in rapture, eternity in chains Hellfire boils the blood of the nihilists Children thrown to the wolves Their only future is violence Divide and conquer Until there is no longer The sin of the shepherd’s fall Eradicate us all Eradicate us all Great is the wickedness Of the sons of man Great is the wickedness Of the sons of man Return to bloodshed, return to cold The night reigns forever, terrorizing the soul Lock the gates of heaven, imprisoned to earth A plane of dying light, blasphemous rebirth Hellfire boils the blood of the nihilists Children thrown to the wolves Their only future is violence Divide and conquer Until there is no longer The sin of the shepherd’s fall Eradicate us all The watchers of the fallen sky The god who lets his children die As it was it shall be evermore They’ve died a thousand deaths But you will die a thousand more