Anata

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

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