paroles de chanson Web of Iniquity - Vice

We live under a web of lies
My power has always denied you
A false god pretender and despised
Seven sins cost you your wretched lives
Bewitched, striving for a lifeline
Your time is almost upon you
Possessed of tricks and fallacy
Through vice your soul belongs to me

Why have all these sins been pushed unto me
Been pushed on to me
And now why have these souls not been released
Not been released

Kowtow in final absolution
Sixth sense the fear of immolation
Last hours of foolish demon action
Mortal wound benign asphyxiation
Desire for primal liquidation
Fan the flames insane deviation
Reconcile your savage human nature
We scream before the mighty altar