EXSILIUM

In the dark trenches of the earth
They found a man a hollow vessel for research
Wires thread through the rancid entrails
A perverse mimicry of veins, pulsing with digital hate

Send it back to hell

With no sympathy create a murderous machine
Sucking the life out of everything
With no sympathy create a murderous machine
Sucking the life out of everything

There is no god here, only the void
Forged not in the image of man
The Antichrist is reborn

Send it back to hell!

From its gaping maw of twisted metal
It speaks in tongues unknown to mortal ears
Prophecies of the end, encrypted in suffering
A voice that echoes in the souls of the damned

The souls of the damned!

Send it back to hell!



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