Death is its wings | |
Riding you like a plague | |
The clock is ticking | |
Your life will fade | |
This nightly realm | |
Is void of your god | |
Can not hide | |
Can not deny | |
Can not turn away | |
Can not pray | |
You are lost | |
And hold no key | |
Can not defend yourself | |
Death is certain | |
Drowning in the disgust | |
Your own regurgitated blood | |
Pain will keep your senses clear | |
Like visions of the dying cross | |
Surrender your flesh | |
To furnish the flames | |
It has destroyed you |