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Gehenna
In the pitch black of midnight
By the light of sacrificial pits
I wailed my discontent into the sights
With dark spells the fire was lit
In the copy of demons and fauna
Gods, they watched from great heights
As I was left for dead in the sands of Gehenna
Suffering beneath the scorching sun
Tormented, empty hands, a bloating disease
Lasting horrors burned deep into my eyes
The wailing laments bring me to my knees
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the bleeding skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
Lo and behold, ere the blood moon arise
A rooted evil burns inside me
The anger is like a boiling cauldron now
My hatred was forged in the crucible
Stoked by the beast of the dead body mounds
Your callous act created a monster
You should have made sure that I, at least, was dead
I will rise like an avenging angel
And collect my trophy, your fucking head
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the screaming skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
By the morning star, I will take what’s mine
I have bled into sands
Meant for slaughter
A sacrifice not in vain
I am He
The eternal watcher
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the weeping skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
The serpent where those jealous angels pine
I rise to my feet in the killing sands
Where black necromantic sorceries unleash
A devil, reborn, a blight on this Earth
Faces in mirrors belong to the Beast
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the dying skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beginning the great culling of our time
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the bleeding skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
Lo and behold, ere the blood moon arise
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the screaming skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
By the morning star, I will take what’s mine
In the pitch black of midnight
By the light of sacrificial pits
You wail your discontent into the sights
With dark spells the fire was lit
In the copy of demons and fauna
Gods, they watched from great heights
As you are left for dead in the sands of Gehenna
(c) 2015 Frank Green
By the light of sacrificial pits
I wailed my discontent into the sights
With dark spells the fire was lit
In the copy of demons and fauna
Gods, they watched from great heights
As I was left for dead in the sands of Gehenna
Suffering beneath the scorching sun
Tormented, empty hands, a bloating disease
Lasting horrors burned deep into my eyes
The wailing laments bring me to my knees
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the bleeding skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
Lo and behold, ere the blood moon arise
A rooted evil burns inside me
The anger is like a boiling cauldron now
My hatred was forged in the crucible
Stoked by the beast of the dead body mounds
Your callous act created a monster
You should have made sure that I, at least, was dead
I will rise like an avenging angel
And collect my trophy, your fucking head
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the screaming skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
By the morning star, I will take what’s mine
I have bled into sands
Meant for slaughter
A sacrifice not in vain
I am He
The eternal watcher
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the weeping skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
The serpent where those jealous angels pine
I rise to my feet in the killing sands
Where black necromantic sorceries unleash
A devil, reborn, a blight on this Earth
Faces in mirrors belong to the Beast
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the dying skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beginning the great culling of our time
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the bleeding skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
Lo and behold, ere the blood moon arise
Gehenna, Gehenna
Beneath the screaming skies
Gehenna, Gehenna
By the morning star, I will take what’s mine
In the pitch black of midnight
By the light of sacrificial pits
You wail your discontent into the sights
With dark spells the fire was lit
In the copy of demons and fauna
Gods, they watched from great heights
As you are left for dead in the sands of Gehenna
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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