| The sins of the dead, they do not go unpunished. |
| The flames of my wrath will
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| bring redemption to the wicked. |
| I don’t feel care for the cries of man.
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| Curse these eyes, forging a path to which, the holy demise
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| Cast aside the burden of this vacant mind, subject itself to my twisted words
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| Afflicted sinners, compromised, corruption at the source, building my enterprise
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| Straight from the earth, our worlds have collided, I have destroyed everything
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| I brought you power, money, wealth, and greed you envious creatures.
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| I am the essence of hate. |
| I am your god. |
| The gluttony presents creation.
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| We’ll slowly deteriorate, the cell then you must embrace me
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| The wicked rule in this cruel world, feeding on the broken. |
| The weak will
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| wither with disdain as their flesh incinerates. |
| Their offspring will be
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| sacrificed, leaving delusions of your deity inside
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| This is genocide
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| Welcome to the new world order, behold my empire. |
| The black sun will bring
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| decay, The blood moon will eat the light of day
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| Replacing the truth with all of my lies, embracing my holy disguise.
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| Free will’s a fallacy. |
| My will is placed inside
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| Now as my sins begin to take shape, the fruits of my efforts will not be
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| mistaken. |
| Ruthless killing for my pleasure, their rules have been forsaken long
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| ago
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| A common occurrence in this world, the darkness in man’s heart. |
| I had planted
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| my seed, but it had been there from the start. |
| You were never meant to see the
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| world in its final form. |
| So spend your life in oblivion, cast from the shadows
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| of the holy land, banished to the underworld. |
| The morning star has come,
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| I will breed this hated vision
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| I’ve replaced them all with my own kind, and you’ll live in a world where the
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| holy are mine. |
| You’re a sinner winning and nothing is wrong, brainwashed into
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| believing in these hollow psalms
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| This world is mine, can’t you see we are the holy? |
| This is world is mine,
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| don’t forget your false idols. |
| He pretends to be your god as he prays at my
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| feet
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| You to will follow his lead, relinquish your ties to this world that you call
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| home
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| This world is mine. |
| This world is mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song |The Blood Moon , by - A Wake in Providence. Song from the album The Blvck Sun || the Blood Moon, in the genre