The End of Days
The End of Times is coming to fruition
From once we came
Where we return
The Lord of Disorder requires a vessel to forge
The greatest weapon known to have ever exist
The Eldritch Blade split upon reality
You've met your match today bitch
Let me know who's orchestrating
Who's out there fabricating
Did you give it up to Satan
Just fucking rot
Now tell me do you have the patience
It's not a understatement
Maximize the pain you're taking
And fucking run
Bow down to the Cosmic Ones
Annihilation of the Outer Gods
Yoggsathoth and Azathoth
Behold the Eyes of Chaos
Sacrificing for the image of the Dark Abyss
We don't exist
We don't exist
Let me know who's orchestrating
Who's out there fabricating
Did you give it up to Satan
Just fucking rot
Now tell me do you have the patience
It's not a understatement
Maximize the pain you're taking
And fucking run
The End of Times is coming to fruition
From once we came
Where we return
Fly my pretties
No pity for the bastards
No sanction for the weak
Get out your ass
This ain't something you can plead
Reign Reign come this way
I came to elevate
Exercise your own dismay
Right at your dinner plate
Blood stains on your face
I kinda like the taste
Take you where you can't escape
This is The End Of Days
I can tell you're shivering
Oh now you're quivering
Hush it with the bickering
Enter oblivion
I can tell you're shivering
Oh now you're quivering
Hush it with the bickering
Enter oblivion
From once we came
Where we return
The Lord of Disorder requires a vessel to forge
The greatest weapon known to have ever exist
The Eldritch Blade split upon reality
You've met your match today bitch
Let me know who's orchestrating
Who's out there fabricating
Did you give it up to Satan
Just fucking rot
Now tell me do you have the patience
It's not a understatement
Maximize the pain you're taking
And fucking run
Bow down to the Cosmic Ones
Annihilation of the Outer Gods
Yoggsathoth and Azathoth
Behold the Eyes of Chaos
Sacrificing for the image of the Dark Abyss
We don't exist
We don't exist
Let me know who's orchestrating
Who's out there fabricating
Did you give it up to Satan
Just fucking rot
Now tell me do you have the patience
It's not a understatement
Maximize the pain you're taking
And fucking run
The End of Times is coming to fruition
From once we came
Where we return
Fly my pretties
No pity for the bastards
No sanction for the weak
Get out your ass
This ain't something you can plead
Reign Reign come this way
I came to elevate
Exercise your own dismay
Right at your dinner plate
Blood stains on your face
I kinda like the taste
Take you where you can't escape
This is The End Of Days
I can tell you're shivering
Oh now you're quivering
Hush it with the bickering
Enter oblivion
I can tell you're shivering
Oh now you're quivering
Hush it with the bickering
Enter oblivion
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Writer(s): Jonathan Ho
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