Текст песни Dear Desolation - Thy Art Is Murder

Piece by piece
The masses torn apart
By a killer with purpose
Piece by piece
Reform, exist to engorge
Upon the souls of the weak and the worthless
The blood of the beast
The flesh of the sheep
The parasites turn to the plague
With open arms
The sickened psalms
Embrace the end of days
One by one the houses fell
The moral compass is abandoned
One by one the fevers swell
A cancerous swarm, be forewarned
A dying earth can't withstand it
Piece by piece
The masses torn apart
Annihilation, nothing is left
Piece by piece
I watch as the droves of man
Draw in their final breath
Hollow horizon
Turn to black
With open arms, I embrace
A world of ruin, a world of ash
Dear Desolation
Pull me deeper into flame
The idols of man
Have bathed in blood
No sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending
The widow of the world
Grieves not, for the death of her people
No Eulogies
No Funerals
No sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending
Dear Desolation
Pull me deeper into flame
The idols of man
Have bathed in blood
No sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending
The widow of the world
Grieves not, for the death of her people
No Eulogies
No Funerals
No sense in pretending
We deserve a fucking happy ending