Ascension (исполнитель: Mors Principium Est)
certain kind of delusion That even. you can't penetrate strangling cloud of deception Envelops a jealous, empty being preacher, preying an the fragile Blinded by self importance Sowing infected seeds Delivering an empty curse Armed with a vile tongue Spewing forth sweet blasphemy Sacrificing loyalists To feed a bitter soul With wicked vows delivered, We stood steadfast and [bad word] Embraced by fellow kindred, Slaughtered where we slept Through our own ascension, Whilst clawing at our chests lasting peace restored, As we shed our rotting flesh