[Hebrew text] ('And he cast upon them the fierceness of his anger, Wrath, and indignation, and trouble, A host of evil angels.' [Psalms 78:49]) Two
also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mythical daemons Thriumphant in their blasphemy I am Gordon, my name is annihilation Extremination I am the thousand plagues
Dark days greet us with teeth with claws her wings climb cold eyes gaze wide with awe with spite everyone everywhere every beast every man pays her price
seeps to the edge, The storms will never end I haven't found a way We won't overcome or escape today We won't overcome Plagues not overcome Forest clasp
I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath himself. Watch
The concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of conviction-less existence. well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous. claiming
Whatever happened to the integrity found within a family? I return your glare, and my bones are chilled with some sort of sickening recipe of fear and
Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful. We're burying earth in earth. White hands, soft hands: carefully. This makes no sense. What's that sound
You've compromised your doctrines You've surrendered yourself to fashion. Come back to your faith; Come back to grace. He sang with us and loved others
Bring it to your lips and experience The sulfur infect everything that we've created. Don't twist this around. Don't attempt to justify what we know
I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laughter), but this calling is strong, and denial is impossible. No measure of weight can justify
Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach. Plagues enclose. Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets. In this moment
I am the speaker but what is responsibility? This is beg of you, build me brick upon brick. High tides; waves of hypocrisy. I didn't think the clock
And yet i've been cleansed with the water. a purity no mind can grasp. a purity so cool upon my fingertips. the vision that i've seen: this is the
they always been dead Eternal curse Dreams have told me, dreams have shown The beauty of this place Death and darkness, funeral mist Desolation Realm of plagues
Stars are bright - All is right All is gone - All is wrong Overcome with this glove Gonna change our lives Well useful thoughts they come up now For
Strictly academic no doubt about it Like the 10 plagues of Egypt total epidemic Israelites demand it freedom demanded Waiting in the sand is how they
We light the fires that burn your city to the ground You run your mouth like a fucking machine Yelling and screaming but nothing still means nothing