Slaughtering The Will To Live — Bloodbath

Fettered sun consumed is the mass of our disbelief Unborn is the icon rigid sphere Sever the hands of the human sheep

Risen he stands above the crest All seeing feathers scattered round his feet His ways do not forgive coming of vengeance Slaughtering the will to live

Soul in breathless sleep predators abide Larvae is born within the living curse the sun and the heads of men Master stride begin

Heresy of storming rage perished men are piled in hundreds Vortex of the revelation whispering of thousand deaths

Lance the pure heart jaws declare this turmoil Feeble race is burning up temples fall to ash and soil