The Adversary

Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era, buried in masses, burnt and left as ashes. The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh decay, slayed. Their life raped from them. They swarm like locust, in the form of spectral hate.

Incisions made, tearing flesh, ripping organs, strung up to bleed, gravity showers you in your own filth. Still squirming, eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece, these gaping wounds tell a story. Your life is worth nothing. You're a worthless cunt, b

Darkened Clouds approach the grounds where the innocent victims await the outcome that could never be forseen. They come from beneath earth, they come to block out the sun, there will be no redemption, their blood spilled for Satan. A trail of corpse

Fuck what you've built! My hate is stronger than your faith! No gates, no walls will stop my dying thirst for blood, for rape. A plague of weakness created by slaves, infection spreads. These peasants must be slain. I've chosen not to follow your way

Darkness will soon cover this once righteous life, nothing but an effigy daunting the annihilation. What was immaculate, now stained with impurity, watching this torso turn corpse, blood dripping from intestines as they are ripped from inside out, th

Come suffering, Apocalypse Release the fires of Hell I call upon destruction and despair Here the days of slumber end I beckon the night to live and overcome the fear Come sin, come shame congregation of contempt I bid you welcome to the pyre Will ou

Thy Art Is Murder Requiem [Instrumental:]* 专辑:The Adversary 歌手:Thy Art Is Murder 歌曲:Requiem