Slaughtering The Will To Live - Bloodbath

Fettered sun

Consumed is the mass of our disbelief

Unborn is the icon

Rigid sphere

Sever the hands of the human sheep

Risen

He stands above the crest

All seeing

Feathers scattered round his feet

His ways do not forgive

Coming of vengeance

Slaughtering the will to live

Soul in breathless sleep

Predators abide

Larvae is born within the living

Curse the sun and the heads of men

Master stride begin

Heresy of storming rage

Perished men are piled in hundreds

Vortex of the revelation

Whispering a thousand deaths

Lance the pure heart

Jaws declare this turmoil

Feeble race is burning up

Temples fall to ash and soil