Doomsday
Welcome to Doomsday the day of death
No one escapes begging for our last breath
No tomorrow the blood will spill tonight
So say your last words and kiss it all goodbye
Tension so thick that a spark will ignite the air
One press of a button away from nuclear warfare
I hear their cries billions of people fear for their lives
God what have we done God what have we become?
Welcome to doomsday there is still violence
We're still baptised in filth we're still servants to the serpent
So when the skies rain the final sin
Will it all be worth it when you meet him?
I've seen the world bleed shaking the earth beneath the kingdoms of old
The love of man will grown cold I've seen the face of greed smiling selfishly human cruelty
God what have we done God what have we become?
Welcome to doomsday
The hands of heaven are hanging on by a thread
The hands of hell are preying on the dead
The hands of heaven are hanging on by a thread
The hands of hell are preying on the dead
War Music
Feel the power in the message this is war music this is war music
So many bands not saying a thing so many groups that preach their hate
Not me flesh and blood are not the enemy you will never have me deceived
Kingdom war is what I believe you are blinded by the true reality there is a battle that you can't see
This sick-hearted world feeds off anger and hatred
This sick-hearted world while destroying the next generation
This sick-hearted world feel the power in the message
This is war music this is war music
Bury the serpent in chains and lay his carcass to waste
Desecrate the wicked snake and scatter his worthless remains
And lay his carcass to waste and scatter his worthless remains
Nations rise against one another don't be fooled by power and corruption
Not me flesh and blood are not the enemy you will never have me deceived
Not me you are blinded by the true reality
This sick-hearted world feeds off anger and hatred
This sick-hearted world while destroying the next generation
This sick-hearted world feel the power in the message
This is war music this is war music
The Serpent Servant
Dress me in your cloak, induct me into your cult.
Use an open tomb as my throat, the laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died
Brainwash me with set standards and a loss of hope then put me under this microscope.
Do I fit the perfect description poster boy for your artificial religion.
Do I fit the perfect description? Never!
You filled the world with fervent deceit, now the serpent and the servant meet.
Behold your end when you seduce with corruption.
False light draws false life when the depths have risen we will bring down the heavens.
The laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died.
Brainwash with set standards false light draws false life.
Hell Must Fear Me Hell must fear us all.
Serpent servant bring your fury Hell must fear me!
In The House Of Mourning
Martyr I saw the dead before the throne.
Martyr I saw the dead before the throne.
The ending is better the beginning.
What has been given will last forever, nothing added nothing taken away.
In this time when injustice seems to prevail we are without failure.
So what do you fear its going to get harder and harder.
I scream martyr in the house of mourning.
The temporaries fleeting with eternity in our hearts.
Our song will always remain, with all authority.
The ending is better than the beginning.
What has been given will last forever, may these words not diminish
With short term memories, but may the echoes resonate eternity.
Manifested through me so what do you fear?
I scream martyr in the house of mourning.
Our song will always remain with all authority.
My Nemesis
I've felt his presence, I've heard his whispers,
Slithered inside me, He's crowded my mind.
Poisoning, Haunting, Deceiving, he has a burning desire for my soul,
An enemy who takes all control.
He hates everything I am, he hates everything you are,
In the almighty saviours name.
I hope I scare the hell out of you.
And you'll crush the head of the one strangling you,
From breathing the breath of life,
The one who blinds you from seeing heaven and the father reaching for you,
This creature is-is dead to me, bowing before-bowing before my God,
He has made my-my footstool.
Reach for the father, who's reaching for you.
Feeding The Decomposing
My sinister mind, a containment for evil.
It is my false identity, telling me to feed my rotting flesh-my most sickest of desires.
Compromise, rationalize, questioning my joy in you.
Why do I surround myself with the seductions of this place and expect my rewards?
I can see your blood on the floor taking my punishment.
Your grace and love is heaven sent.
My bodies the infested, the disease, rip me out of me, dwell in me oh god.
Give me the faith and in my believing, your kingdom will be revealed.
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