Upon the wings of the son's astray.
We drink the tears of the cold and weak.
The lying child who begs to god for life.
The truth of pain which will burn my life!
A man grows old with the ash of disarray.
The land will crack with none to drink.
A bleeding soul murdered for freewill again.
The truth of pain which still burn my life.
My life! swallow... swallow my disgust!
Drink from the well of disguise.
Drink from the well through my eyes.
Bleed the night with sunsets.
Dance with your priest and deity.
Feed from the lies...
Feed from the lies of god!!!
Wear the cloth of shelter.
Kill for the lies of deities.
Feed from the lies of your god!!!!!
