Engulfing the Pure - Paths Of Possession

You called it down

A bloody wrath

A finger points to the distant horizon

You try to scream

With bulging eyes

Your feet are frozen in your steady barren hole

A blinding light

A flash of heat

Those who are there disintegrated immediately

Melted masses with an idiots faith you fall

Let it burn down

All hallowed ground

There are none that are exempt from this selection

I wear m mark

A wrinkled scar

A wound that’s deep enough to call upon this judgment

Your god is a fool

And your prophet is doomed

You think that soon you’ll awaken in the heavens

As you burn alive with all your brethren

And in this, the chosen have been cleansed

Unaware of their time

An eastern wind carries the sweet stench of decay

May we mark it in flesh

With none alive, you are the witness, I am the fire

You are afraid, you should be, I am the burn

Your searing pain, I know it well, I am the fire

You are afraid, you should be, I am the burn

I am

Engulfing the pure

Engulf the pure

You can look inside yourself for the answers

But you will never know the purity of this hour