Lyrics Ascension - Mors Principium Est

Ascension

A certain kind of delusion
That even.
you can’t penetrate
A strangling cloud of deception
Envelops a jealous, empty being
A preacher, preying an the fragile
Blinded by self importance
Sowing infected seeds
Delivering an empty curse
Armed with a vile tongue
Spewing forth sweet blasphemy
Sacrificing loyalists
To feed a bitter soul
With wicked vows delivered
We stood steadfast and true
Embraced by fellow kindred
Slaughtered where we slept
Through our own ascension
Whilst clawing at our chests
A lasting peace restored
As we shed our rotting flesh