Necro - Sunday (feat. Adam De Micco) Lyrics

For we have gathered here today
On this day of sabbath
In the realm of god
Sitting in this church
Abandoned and hallowed
The fear that I forged
Is the hell that I create
The hell that I create

I yearn to believe
But the stones don't align
For in my mind
Your dogmas are a crime
To deny a creator
Spawns fury of the mind
To be left unguided
Causes deception of life

Sunday
A holy day
For it remains
In infamy
And upon its cup
The communion draws new blood

Oh great father
Oh mighty light
Grant thou bliss
Under this sun
Oh wretchedness be cast away
For you conjure the worst in me
Victim to prayer
Is a curse on its own
But pitless trails cause
Fury upon the swarm
The Magnum opus
Of the night is to come
The night will come
The night will come

So this is suffering
Living without intent
Look at yourself
Gaze
At what you are

For all those years
You walked alone
Unguided
Believing you could forge a path
But broken you were
Strong you were not
For this doomed you to fail
To create your own future
You must bury the coffin
You must conquer your own hell