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Through The Eyes Of The Dead Malice

Followers led to rot among their waste A putrid path of torment and human debris Infection of the soul No purity Tearing apart from the inside out Sickness

aside - no place for those our struggle Leaves behind Our Lord won't tolerate those whom through Attrition fall We must dominate! With iron through

empty heart is hatred The boiling blood is malice This anger is divine All hope is lost The empty heart is hatred The boiling blood is malice Cast aside

You stand so tall, so high on your throne You're not so gracious anymore We bring you praise, and speak of your name Yet, you don't know us anymore You

when there is no one left? As the end draws near I fear what may become eternal damnation Seek your final salvation Dead and lifeless amongst yourselves Corruption runs through

We've been down this way so many times before And walked a million miles in the shoes of a hopeless man Forever embedded in despair Destined to find