Goathemy

Hands of Immorality

Goathemy


Revolt in veins by the dawn of early days 
Burning blood, bled on thy skin 
By the lash of steel 
Laying down suffering 

Ruthless rivalry, inborn riot put to death 
In starlit night, under lunar so bleak 

The spirit is spilled at the hands of immorality 
Evil made ground larking with sanity 

Ruthless rivalry, inborn riot put to death 
In starlit night, under lunar so bleak 
As t he sun rises, without the heat 
There is great feeling 
And no sensation of pain 

The spirit is spilled at the hands of immorality 
Evil made ground larking with sanity 

Occupyes mentality 
Ruin in the end of days 
Now that event is over 
And the blood flows clear 
Mind is pure with no doubt 
And the soul is free 
Forever free