Spiritual Warfare

You'll drink the blood from my black blade
You are the product of my hate
I am the one who lies in wait, I am the Lord of your estate
I am the God you desecrate, I am your king

I ripped the pain from shattered lives
I drove the lightning through your eyes
I am the voice of living rage, I am the lion on the stage
I am the one you'll never cage, I am your king

Criminal procreation
Sharing the gift of fear
Chemical copulation
Death is forever here

Warfare
Warfare

Holiness dies in the soul of the Sun
Holiness dies in your Eden
Hell is a house where the mystery's plain
Heaven requires a fee of pain, ow!

Hold the tongue and still the heart
So no one fears the grand upstart

Death's an imperial maiden
No longer quite humane
Scorpion condemnation
Death is forever blame

Warfare
Warfare

Holiness dies in the soul of the son
Everything dies in your Eden
But fearless and proud like the eagle untamed
Who never looks back when he preys (I am)

Righteous falls, Hell and glory
Noble meanings gone astray, hey
Virgin brides, fatal sisters
There'll be no long goodbyes cries

Raped in rags, your opinion's
Sphere of influence declines
You're a lost empty statement
Thrown away

Pillaging congregation, invading my domain
Infernal replication sampling every frame
Plagiarized adulation hiding behind disdain
Evergreen protestation, punishment's all a fucking game

Soul burning inquisition, wounds that will never heal
Death is an aspiration, sharing a hoarder's zeal
Venomous implications bearing disorder's seal
Life is an accusation, fighting for one last meal

The emperor's evicted, the slaves will be crowned
The artists afflicted and buried with their sound
With their sound, but remember
Every moment that you cherish comes from my stolen sun

A Devil on his throne
Will not leave his God alone
Drunken furies mindless seers
Warfare

Holiness dies in the soul of the son
Everything dies in your Eden
Primitive forces unleashed by the strain
Sad relics bearing your name

Righteous falls, death and glory
Noble beings gone astray, prey
Virgin cries soulless whispers
There will be no more replies, and that's wise

Murderous applications
Credit limit's been declined
Fight 'til death, cruel enslavement
Rage release



Credits
Writer(s): David Dion De Feis
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