Punishment for Birth | |
Smoking Dust of Doom | |
Rows of Skulls as Drums | |
Wounds Begin to Bloom | |
Prepare for Passage | |
For Journey Past Your Deepest Hell | |
Drowning in Darkness | |
March to the Suicide Bell | |
[Lead Bower] | |
Bleed Through the Caverns of Worlds upon Worlds | |
As Your Madness is Set and Your Sentenced Unfurled | |
So Get Down on your Knees and Look up to the Sky | |
For it Never was there and You're born to Die | |
[Lead Corales] | |
Drug From the Living Thrown Don to the Dead | |
Your Resistance Pathetic There's Worms in Your Head | |
And Your Wrists have been Severed and Bled to the Drop | |
As Your Eyes looking Skyward See Visions of Naught | |
Banished to Woe | |
Sewn to Disease | |
Explode into Spasms | |
Never to be Free Again |
Punishment for Birth | |
Smoking Dust of Doom | |
Rows of Skulls as Drums | |
Wounds Begin to Bloom | |
Prepare for Passage | |
For Journey Past Your Deepest Hell | |
Drowning in Darkness | |
March to the Suicide Bell | |
Lead Bower | |
Bleed Through the Caverns of Worlds upon Worlds | |
As Your Madness is Set and Your Sentenced Unfurled | |
So Get Down on your Knees and Look up to the Sky | |
For it Never was there and You' re born to Die | |
Lead Corales | |
Drug From the Living Thrown Don to the Dead | |
Your Resistance Pathetic There' s Worms in Your Head | |
And Your Wrists have been Severed and Bled to the Drop | |
As Your Eyes looking Skyward See Visions of Naught | |
Banished to Woe | |
Sewn to Disease | |
Explode into Spasms | |
Never to be Free Again |
Punishment for Birth | |
Smoking Dust of Doom | |
Rows of Skulls as Drums | |
Wounds Begin to Bloom | |
Prepare for Passage | |
For Journey Past Your Deepest Hell | |
Drowning in Darkness | |
March to the Suicide Bell | |
Lead Bower | |
Bleed Through the Caverns of Worlds upon Worlds | |
As Your Madness is Set and Your Sentenced Unfurled | |
So Get Down on your Knees and Look up to the Sky | |
For it Never was there and You' re born to Die | |
Lead Corales | |
Drug From the Living Thrown Don to the Dead | |
Your Resistance Pathetic There' s Worms in Your Head | |
And Your Wrists have been Severed and Bled to the Drop | |
As Your Eyes looking Skyward See Visions of Naught | |
Banished to Woe | |
Sewn to Disease | |
Explode into Spasms | |
Never to be Free Again |