Lived by the day
Proceeding to pray
Now I have won
And killed everyone
Achieve the spawn
The past is gone
Desecrate the weak
And the havoc will wreak
The Sense of Nostalgia
Burn the scripture
An innocence so pure
Pierce the flesh
Of this unholy mess
Achieve the spawn
The past is gone
Desecrate the weak
And the havoc will wreak
The Sense of Nostalgia
Shut your eyes
Now you die
Shut your eyes
Now you die