Day of Suffering - Anata

A call to take your hand

For I’m at one with the dark

How dare you come for me And again you must die

So ancient curse known to me Behold the powers I unleash

Upon your throne

Know my words, feel my hate descend

Lord of light

I will swarm against you now

Gods perverse

Wickeds at my side

Misery

Thorns to lance your every word

Nazarene

Now I crown you king in pain

Suffer