The Great Destroyer

I reach my hand through the flame
Burning off the illusive
The incincere in me
Peeling off the wasted
The hollow stones i throw
Breaching all those waiting
The illusion calls for faith
Drowning in perfection
Holding on to smoke
Chasing down by fire
The sun is gone for good
To the overture of death

Beneath the will to save us
There's a different sound
The sound of A great destroyer
That will kill us all



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Westerlund
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