compulsion divine is all we in these worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we lost in putrefaction full of repulsion and disgust, to the slaughter a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos our mortal desires WE DESCEND THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are taking for granted that we inherited existence to forever live to the tale...
IN BURNING I'M TO THE END OF THE LINE THE SCORE...
a final in the coffin of our unstable destination (I feel breathing down my neck)
we signed our own death warrant with other blood (I feel breathing down my neck) HOW COULD WE DARE TO MERCY FOR HAS IT'S OWN PRICE
temptation, my soul is ripped and torn decayed forever, beyond the divide we fall...
UTOPIA, by the end I'm the next one in line my neck!
retribution, my is uncontrolled deceived for all time, curse UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO TEN FALLEN PAVE YOUR WAY... FALL! THEIR HOLLOW VOICES BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN PROCLAIMING FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
FINAL OF MANKIND... I feel it breathing my neck!
UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO TEN ANGELS PAVE THEIR WAY... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it breathing my neck!
at the end of the line all we possess is emptiness and (I feel life down my neck)
we are told to remain obedient and even at the of times (I feel breathing down my neck)
BUT WHY WE WANT TO CONTINUE LIVING A LIFE OF YOU JUST MEAN TO ME!