Created in a pitiful image
Left behind to tend to the vile and profane
Abandoned creatures populating a dying world
Listen to me when I curse your fucking name
Lord of Crows
Reaper of souls
Bringing misery the likes of which we've never known
Scream in pain as the searing of the flesh begins
A vicious tyrant
A broken throne
On cathedral steps
Embrace the unknown
If the hands of God are broken
Then whose been guiding me?
Open wounds grow deeper
The messiah rotten and diseased
Immolation
Burnt to ash
And the horrors of your past reveal
What kind of God demands that we should worship him?
When his sins outweigh our own
Hell looks so nice from here
Ashes to ashes, dust to fucking dust
The world consumed by fear
Ashes to ashes, dust to fucking dust
On fields of shattered glass the cathedral arose
Eternal night fell on a city of bones
Bow down to the Lord of Crows
Broken hands to guide us home
Eternal night on a city, a city of bones
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