Текст песни Until There Is No Longer - Thy Art Is Murder
A
call
for
bloodshed
from
devils
of
old
Fire
rains
upon
the
fallen,
incinerate
the
souls
Storm
the
gardens
of
Eden,
tear
down
the
idols
'Til
nothing
remains,
reawaken
the
cycle,
uh
They
have
died
a
thousand
deaths
But
you
will
die
a
thousand
more
Cold
skin,
pale
flesh,
withered
in
agony
Reform,
distort,
inhuman
tragedy
Hereditary
war,
congenital
death
The
ghosts
in
your
lungs
consume
your
final
breath
Oh,
watchers
of
the
plague
Eternity
in
rapture,
eternity
in
chains
Hellfire
boils
the
blood
of
the
nihilists
Children
thrown
to
the
wolves,
their
only
future
is
violence
Divide
and
conquer
Until
there's
no
longer
The
sin
of
the
shepherd's
fall
Eradicate
us
all
Eradicate
us
all
Great
is
the
wickedness
Of
the
sons
of
man
Great
is
the
wickedness
Of
the
sons
of
man
Return
to
bloodshed,
return
to
cold
The
night
reigns
forever,
terrorizing
the
soul
Lock
the
gates
of
heaven,
imprisoned
to
earth
A
plane
of
dying
light,
blasphemous
rebirth
Hellfire
boils
the
blood
of
the
nihilists
Children
thrown
to
the
wolves,
their
only
future
is
violence
Divide
and
conquer
Until
there's
no
longer
The
sin
of
the
shepherd's
fall
Eradicate
us
all
The
watchers
of
the
fallen
sky
The
God
who
lets
his
children
die
As
it
was,
it
shall
be
evermore
They've
died
a
thousand
deaths
But
you
will
die
a
thousand
more
You
will
die
a
thousand
more
Great
is
the
wickedness
Of
the
sons
of
man

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