Anti-Genesis

Stand before the gods on bended knee
A grave of all that's holy is what you see
There's no benevolence in their creation
Apocalypse, a twisted game they call damnation

Their wrath is real
Their spirits evil
And all creation is a crime
Unto its people

You're not abandoned here
You are forsaken
There is no will, you cannot reclaim
What is taken
As judgement approaches
The final hour
Embrace unmaking as existence is
Devoured

Praise the sky
The sky that is falling on us
Praise the sun
The sun that is melting us
Praise the storm
The storm that will shatter us
Praise the gods
The gods that are killing us

Their wrath is real
Their spirits evil
And all creation is a crime
Unto its people
When darkness falls
The sky will follow
And all existence that remains will soon be hollow

Praise the sky
The sky that is falling on us
Praise the sun
The sun that is melting us
Praise the storm
The storm that will shatter us
Praise the gods
The gods that are killing us

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken

Praise to thee
Thou art forsaken



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Shapiro
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