The Aftermath

Poisoning our minds, envenoming our souls
Anyone who desecrates it must die
Nothing seems right in this world

Societies reduced to ash in one moment
An obliteration fueled by punishment
Carry out your father's desires
None of us will ever be desired
Nothing seems right in this world

(No)

Slaves, submit yourselves to your master
From the filth you live your final hour
O father bring us the aftermath

Deceitful tongues throwing venom
Misguided hands eclipsed the weapons
Nothing seems right in this world

Untruthful mouths leading the sacrifice
Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ
Nothing seems right in this world

(No)

Slaves, submit yourselves to your master
From the filth you live your final hour
O father, bring us the aftermath

Misery
Kneel down before your father
Your knowledge will be fueled
Don't deny the writings of misery
The chaotic form of genocide

Slaves, submit yourselves to your master
From the filth you live your final hour
O father, bring us the aftermath
Servants, your acts reached the depraved sins
From the infamous flames of blindfold kings
O father, let us worship our sufferings

Our end



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin St-pierre
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