
Slaughtering The Will To Live
Bloodbath
The Fathomless Mastery • 2008
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Lyrics
Fettered sun!
Consumed is the
mass of our disbelief,
unborn is the icon.
Rigid sphere,
sever the hands
of the human sheep.
Risen he stands
above the crest.
All seeing, feathers
scattered round his feet.
His ways do not forgive!
Coming of vengeance,
slaughtering the will to live.
Soul in breathless sleep,
predators abide.
Larvae is born
within the living.
Curse the sun
and the heads of men,
master stride begin.
Heresy of storming rage,
perished men are piled in hundreds.
Vortex of the revelation
whispering a thousand deaths.
Fettered sun!
Consumed is the
mass of our disbelief,
unborn is the icon.
Rigid sphere,
sever the hands
of the human sheep.
Risen he stands
above the crest.
All seeing, feathers
scattered round his feet.
His ways do not forgive!
Coming of vengeance,
slaughtering the will to live.
Soul in breathless sleep,
predators abide.
Larvae is born
within the living.
Lance the pure heart,
jaws declare this turmoil.
Feeble race is burning up,
temples fall to ash and soil.
Risen he stands
above the crest.
All seeing, feathers
scattered round his feet.
His ways do not forgive!
Coming of vengeance,
slaughtering the will to live.
Consumed is the
mass of our disbelief,
unborn is the icon.
Rigid sphere,
sever the hands
of the human sheep.
Risen he stands
above the crest.
All seeing, feathers
scattered round his feet.
His ways do not forgive!
Coming of vengeance,
slaughtering the will to live.
Soul in breathless sleep,
predators abide.
Larvae is born
within the living.
Curse the sun
and the heads of men,
master stride begin.
Heresy of storming rage,
perished men are piled in hundreds.
Vortex of the revelation
whispering a thousand deaths.
Fettered sun!
Consumed is the
mass of our disbelief,
unborn is the icon.
Rigid sphere,
sever the hands
of the human sheep.
Risen he stands
above the crest.
All seeing, feathers
scattered round his feet.
His ways do not forgive!
Coming of vengeance,
slaughtering the will to live.
Soul in breathless sleep,
predators abide.
Larvae is born
within the living.
Lance the pure heart,
jaws declare this turmoil.
Feeble race is burning up,
temples fall to ash and soil.
Risen he stands
above the crest.
All seeing, feathers
scattered round his feet.
His ways do not forgive!
Coming of vengeance,
slaughtering the will to live.
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