Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Empyrean Creed, artist - Ingested. Album song Call of the Void, in the genre Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Unique Leader
Song language: English
The Empyrean Creed |
| When all are liars |
| Betrayal gifts both slave and sire |
| I won’t desist |
| The king with his kill list, conviction contortionist |
| I know I can’t resist |
| The void is calling |
| I can’t rip out this fucking cancer |
| The void is calling |
| It offers me the only answer |
| The void is calling |
| The itch won’t stop, I won’t surrender |
| The void is calling |
| I want it all in all its splendour |
| Aphid, ascension |
| Rise into eternal kingdoms |
| Shed malignant skin |
| Remove all organism |
| Autophagous appetite |
| Detritus, all are victims |
| Outgrown, we’ve flown |
| Departed from our stale dominion |
| Murder of my flock will not suffice |
| I need to purge the sin within a battle I alone won’t win |
| This gift of blood, a global sacrifice |
| I can’t bear the burden |
| I won’t stand by a god who won’t prove they exist |
| And let others rejoice with my vision dismissed |
| Create my own Eden with death on display |
| Empyrean creed, the infallible way |
| When all are liars |
| Betrayal gifts both slave and sire |
| I won’t desist |
| The king with his kill list, conviction contortionist |
| I know I can’t resist |
| When all are damned |
| Robes fashioned with the slaughtered lamb |
| To coexist |
| I cut their wrist, that’s one less cyst that won’t be missed |
| I hear the void, it’s calling |
| Murder of my flock will not suffice |
| I need to purge the sin within a battle I alone won’t win |
| This gift of blood, a global sacrifice |
| I can’t bear the burden |
| I won’t stand by a god who won’t prove they exist |
| And let others rejoice with my vision dismissed |
| Create my own Eden with death on display |
| Empyrean creed, the infallible way |
| My jaws are aching |
| For I feast upon my own self-worth |
| I never tire from taking |
| I will gorge my way into my hearse |
| You think I care? |
| You’re mistaken |
| A morality fatality |
| And I will self-destruct |
| For I am Icarus and every moment I fly closer to the sun |
| Burn |
| My jaws are aching |
| For I feast upon my own self-worth |
| I never tire from taking |
| I will gorge my way into my hearse |
| You think I care? |
| You’re mistaken |
| A morality fatality |
| And I will self-destruct |
| For I am Icarus and every moment I fly closer to the sun |
| I can’t bear the burden |
| I can’t bear the burden |