Assailant — Devian

New dawn to fuel the curse The winds of plague Bring rapture to the I'll The is the day you fall Wrath of the cunning ones indifferent Your excuses and intent The forbearance is all

Futile you come undone Try to play God - I lust for blood

Treading on bruised ones' backs, You hopeless failure of hypocrisy Lament the scribe in vain Talk and I listen through; I'm unspoken of in any tongue Here comes the fucking pain

Futile you come undone Try to play God - I lust for blood And it's yours

Assailand, die in pain You know who you are

Bell tolls, beheading you, Violence is the setting free of truth Can't take away what's true Smashing your house of lords, Crush you to the bone and lay to waste Death warrant is due

Your death is due