Текст песни Post-Enlightenment Executor - Fleshgod Apocalypse
Hard
and
strenuous
is
the
fate
of
whom
In
the
void
of
his
soul
Searches
something
that
he
can′t
ever
reach,
cult
Punishment
for
the
masses
Horrible
hellish
grief
Infinite
grinding
anguish
Corruption
of
the
writs
You
must
deny
Once
in
the
storm
you'll
be
filled
by
the
coils
Of
a
misheading
rule
of
the
unwise
Lost
in
the
haze
of
illusory
prayers
You
are
forced
to
inhale
your
despair,
cult
Prejudice
made
pretence
segregation
of
the
law
Gorgons
and
preachers,
pour
themselves
in
deadly
pits
Shiver
of
an
ultimate
all-damnation
in
the
storm
Your
impatience
to
reach
an
incoherence
facing
fear
Samned
by
assentence
to
something
unmerciful
Full
with
pain
of
chocking
obstinate
and
dreadful
sins
I
devastate
cults
As
the
oracles
lie
I
starve
with
my
scorn
Humiliating
your
failing
god,
Where
I
march
I
evage
Exorcism
of
seed
of
madness
is
lost
In
the
depths
of
your
pain
Morbid
anthems
of
decaying
purity,
cult
Indoctrination′s
striding
Moves
like
a
nemesis
Intoxication
crisis
Rejected
neurosis
Destroy
the
wretched
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