Hero-Antics

Innocent life, created by sin
Tainted laws, let the brain-washing begin
A canvas so pale, painted by the offended
Sentenced to be art of failure,
Like slaves they're branded

Sublime, deprived, re-aligned, declined

Entity marks the point of no return
Demonic auras, sensation burns
Hero-antics, a life thought pure
Embolish goodness, with death endeavour

Sublime, deprived, re-aligned, declined

Getting off to evil, death will exceed
Puritanian judgement
Turned to fight your beliefs
My voice in the shadow is all that you hear
God fearing crowd of death and despair

I feel it inside, creating spaces
Carving into darkness with emptiness
A crave for nothing
And everything that stands for
High on the throne sits queen misery

Getting off to evil, I am hard and pulsating
My voice int he shadow is all that you hear
The day you were conceived I was there
By the god fearing crowd of death and despair

Mark my words, deceptions will fall
Your all-knowing God, knows nothing at all
You cannot be saved, you will not be freed
Torment and terror was borned by your seed