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"Slumber of Your God"
Do you want to use my body
to on your urges feast; take,
eat of my flesh, drink of my
blood...
this is my offering for you,
this is my love...
Then,
Look into my eyes and see
my darkness; look into my
pits and see how heartless
Although I see you falling
down, from me, you'll never
hear a sound...
my ears are deaf to your
pathetic pleas
Your cries have been muted;
in me you'll find no absolution
I'm not a God of thunder, so
just sit back as you die and
wonder...
Who am I - I am your God of
slumber -
Now all of the angels are warring;
and, by the sword, every fucking
day they're falling
The bloods running red, from out
of their bodies of innocence;
can't you smell it as leaves
This massacre was foretold; now
no longer will it withhold
Everyone will know, until a resistance
comes; will see it clearly as its
sacrifice saturates the soul
Everyone will see it and know, the
treason of the God in whom they
trust
This, they'll know...
That he's not a God of thunder; he
just sits back as they die in wonder...
"Who are You; you're a God of Slumber"
Everyday you sit in apathetic silence,
as the earth roils with murder and
violence; and, the marrow is
ripped from the soul
Now, all of the angels are warring;
and, by the sword, every fucking
day they're falling
The bloods running red, from out
of their bodies of innocence;
can't you smell it as it leaves
This massacre was foretold, now
no longer will it withhold; everyone
will know, until a resistance comes...
will all see it clearly, as its sacrifice
saturates the soil
And, know that the God of Slumber
sold them all
to on your urges feast; take,
eat of my flesh, drink of my
blood...
this is my offering for you,
this is my love...
Then,
Look into my eyes and see
my darkness; look into my
pits and see how heartless
Although I see you falling
down, from me, you'll never
hear a sound...
my ears are deaf to your
pathetic pleas
Your cries have been muted;
in me you'll find no absolution
I'm not a God of thunder, so
just sit back as you die and
wonder...
Who am I - I am your God of
slumber -
Now all of the angels are warring;
and, by the sword, every fucking
day they're falling
The bloods running red, from out
of their bodies of innocence;
can't you smell it as leaves
This massacre was foretold; now
no longer will it withhold
Everyone will know, until a resistance
comes; will see it clearly as its
sacrifice saturates the soul
Everyone will see it and know, the
treason of the God in whom they
trust
This, they'll know...
That he's not a God of thunder; he
just sits back as they die in wonder...
"Who are You; you're a God of Slumber"
Everyday you sit in apathetic silence,
as the earth roils with murder and
violence; and, the marrow is
ripped from the soul
Now, all of the angels are warring;
and, by the sword, every fucking
day they're falling
The bloods running red, from out
of their bodies of innocence;
can't you smell it as it leaves
This massacre was foretold, now
no longer will it withhold; everyone
will know, until a resistance comes...
will all see it clearly, as its sacrifice
saturates the soil
And, know that the God of Slumber
sold them all
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