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FOLLOW US: Spotify: Apple Music: Facebook: Instagram: LYRICS: Follow me down into the depths of hell Palace of death bellow Embrace chaos unknown Dwell amongst shadows and bones. The martyr preaches of avoiding sin But the hypocrite won't prevail. I was there in the beginning when The wretch crawled from the virgin. Endless pious hypocrisy, Exhume my soul eternally. The Martyr's cross burns upon Calvary, As the sinless cry in futility. So futile. So fucking futile. Suffering born from faith so blind, You defy your mind and spite your eyes. The prophecy of redemption, Is nothing more than a control forged fabrication. So follow me down to the shadows below, In a kingdom of bones, seek knowledge unknown. Fire consumes the flesh and the soul, My form before exists no more. Witness him come again, Thy Lord, our savior, bereft of sin. Scratching, clawing tearing his way, From betwixt the thighs of thy virgin. He shall smite all who stand in his way, A tyrant demanding praise to an absent father. Yet you, Kneel, Prostrate, Before, The son, Of God. He lies, Give in, To sin, And... Follow me down into the depths of hell Worship the death bellow, Embrace knowledge unknown. Walk now with shadows and bones. The ranks of heretics swell, Legions forged from hell, Your scriptures are your own undoing. Burn the crosses upon Calvary, A beacon to light the way for all to see, Bring the enlightened ones to me. Only once dead do most gleam the error of their beliefs. The lie of the savior coercing the meek. Truth in plain sight; Hell is this endless strife, not in the afterlife. In this palace of the dead - a world below, My legions martial forged from steel, shadows and bone. A horde destined to usurp the prophet sat on high, A thousand souls burning atop Calvary. You suffer through choice, faith has made you so blind, Defying all logic, the weak still flock to him. The prophecy of redemption, Is nothing more than a control forged fabrication. So follow me down to the shadows below, Join my kingdom of bones, we'll usurp the throne. My legions bereft of the flesh and the soul, Now we will topple the false idol “our Lord“. Follow me down to my kingdom below, A world of shadows and bone, Bathed in the fiery glow, We usurp the lies of the malevolent Lord. As I watch the scorched earth cooling, I see the masses of believers weeping. Their faith in an immortal deceiver dashed like infant skulls on the mountainside, The corpse-martyr ablaze. Heretics slaughter the holy upon sacred Calvary. Produced by: Alex Coombes
