Glory, pride, Satan, death
Glory, pride, Satan, death
Angels over bloody land
Overnight cries of screaming nears
Owls screeching over burning orchards
Barns where they lie to the north
On the dying sands
A life unveiled and consumed
A hag culls the roams faceless but alive
Villages whispering souls in hovels
Shimmering of gargoyle claws
Misery in the thoughts of revenge
They are all alone in their graves
I burn for reaper and embrace his glory
With my knife locked and load unto his fury
Glory, pride, Satan, death
Glory, pride, Satan, death
Dripping echoes of a tortured cry
Coming down trembling walls of fear in my mind
Killed and turned to fuck up my sad thoughts
With a steady grip round my rifle ready to die
Dying there are endless eyes
And that's your accuracy with blood red red
Always patronizing and demonizing my victim's cries
Hunting ground of the demon hunters
On blackened fields and spooked in the quiet
On soft and burning orchard fields
Hell, a valley of cursed happiness
Where I rest seeking the souls of the wild
I burn for reaper and embrace his glory
With my knife locked and load unto his fury
Scarred for a life undead
As I place you to bed and behold your last breath
Leaving your corpse cut in shreds of red
And to eternal love in dead blood
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