Consolation - Funeral Pyre - Sözleri

Driven on instinct and the will to survive, heading for doomsday, the axe and the knife

Keep swinging and stabbing, whatever suits best, the blood on my hands, the hole in your chest



A penance for sinners, the thrill of the kill I feed on their screams and the blood I have spilled



The martyrs are lined up, the beauty of death

Tonight on display, desert sands of red



All the cleansing fires, of a thousand funeral pyres

We celebrate your birth on this open grave called earth



The spineless, the worthless, I conquer them all, my hunger for power is consuming me whole

The spineless, the worthless, I conquer them all, my hunger for power is consuming me whole

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