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Father I know,

that you've witnessed a darkness in me.

Twas spawned in shadows,

of the old gallow's tree.

I'm but a sad depraved reflection,

of our inhumanity.

The warped exaggeration,

of the lost and darkest of dreams.

Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire,

here now in mankind's bleakest hour.

Born of a casket,

I'm the heir to a corpse.

I've eyes that see maggots,

through the thin flesh they bore.

I shall bloody my hands,

until the last breath be torn from me.

So blindly we walk,

the winds of these plaged streets.

Dead the once feeling part of me.

O' Lord Divine,

please break this silence.

Destroy your race of faceless liars.

At the edge of existence,

we the clays of intention,

have ripened in your image.

Ah, the binds of tradition,

your archaic deception,

numbs our empty beings.

City that stands on a million graves,

in a world full of hatred to fear enslaved.

Countless the dead slaughtered in your name,

not a utter of your voice have you once repaid.

No above, no below,

just a man letting go.

When all my earthly desire is disowned.

No screaming sirens should sound,

no revelations profound.

Simply lowered into the ground,

that's just what I'll be dead in the dirt.

So blindly we walk,

the winds of these plagued streets.

Dead the once feeling park of me.

Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire,

here now in mankinds bleakest hour.

O' Lord Divine, please break this silence.

Destroy your race of faceless liars.

Necropolis!