The true pulsating rhythm
Falling through the sky
The choirs and their own hymn
Rising from our eye
The prophecy of the land
Echoing our cry
The sins that come from our hand
Never once will die
Move the future light aside for I have knowledge to imbibe
Abandon all your cults and tribes since they won’t last once more
So resonate my diatribe all those alike, dead or alive
Rip open and just look inside and see just what’s in store
Harpsichordal spinal tap, the surgeon, blind, makes his incision
Drink the blood right from the tap, with gusto and with great precision
Sew the walls and close them shut demonic essence leaking to
The angel wings are burned and cut, ascend beyond and start with you
The walls glow darkened crimson
Feel the hatred soon
The ghostly scribes have written
Take from hatred’s boon
The hands reach out to signal
Our crimson moon
The gaping maw of devil
Swallowing the dune
Falling through the sky
The choirs and their own hymn
Rising from our eye
The prophecy of the land
Echoing our cry
The sins that come from our hand
Never once will die
Move the future light aside for I have knowledge to imbibe
Abandon all your cults and tribes since they won’t last once more
So resonate my diatribe all those alike, dead or alive
Rip open and just look inside and see just what’s in store
Harpsichordal spinal tap, the surgeon, blind, makes his incision
Drink the blood right from the tap, with gusto and with great precision
Sew the walls and close them shut demonic essence leaking to
The angel wings are burned and cut, ascend beyond and start with you
The walls glow darkened crimson
Feel the hatred soon
The ghostly scribes have written
Take from hatred’s boon
The hands reach out to signal
Our crimson moon
The gaping maw of devil
Swallowing the dune
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