Seared With Scars

As we fall, we cling on to the walls of perdition
Remorse is not an option
Oh, the venom of our grief is powered by serpent might
Slithering before our eyes
Yes, we use the oldest tale of treason
To sustain our own holy fucking greed!

Haunting damnation, imprisoned in flesh
Cauterize the nightmares
Hollow salvation, sunshine poverty
I am seared...

Ashen ambience
Radiant are the dead that screams
Deafening gospel
Scorched are the footprints that lead back to life

Faceless horror in the mirror
Cold, so cold is the sombre dawn in darkness

Funeral dirge with ghastly bells so loud
The blood fills martyr limbs in vain

As we crawl, we head towards the sound of hysteric chanting
The inner demon choir
Oh, cry dear madness shed your tears
Throne of most shallow fears
No, no place of forgiving has yet been found
Prevarication is my sacred codex!

Haunting damnation, imprisoned in flesh
Cauterize the nightmares
Hollow salvation, sunshine poverty
I am seared...



Credits
Writer(s): Josef Svensson
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