I was not raised to lose a fight, but I can’t win this war.
I was not taught to look away, but I can’t take no more.
Hear that toll crawling in your mind.
Feel the end approaching in slow march.
Can’t control, fever made me blind.
Don’t pretend existence is not a lie.
Cover me in burning furs; bless the hand that curses you.
Drown the voice of so-called evil as the word of hell speaks to you!
What a glorious start for the age of no man’s reign…
Wait again, await and pray for wrath!
Await the end that never comes.
Await the end that never comes.
I long for a total cleansing,
Violence creates what peace destroys.
Await the end that never comes.
Await the end that never comes.
I was told to laugh when embers consume your soul
I was told to wish a master plan of crimson screams.
I was granted peace once mankind disappears,
I was granted love of a barren earth!
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Cavernous, riff-centric death metal of traditional composition and very slick and modern production. Goes mostly at breakneck speed with some doom touches here and there. One hell of a good ride
Peter Rabbit