Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where Angels Go Demons Follow , by - Spawn of Possession. Song from the album Incurso, in the genre Release date: 12.03.2012
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Where Angels Go Demons Follow |
| Welcome you fool of blunder |
| Insert rite of nether dreams |
| Sheep or leader, your worth equals filth |
| I grant illusions of purging flesh |
| No dog shall be spared |
| Pollution I carry unsuspected |
| Erupted sanity I hereby sell you reign |
| Fallen figures on their knees cry sacrilegious |
| Enticed by fruits of life |
| As death was sent to collect |
| Silent praying spreads |
| Through the air without response |
| Storm of sick and wealth |
| Lights go out, stunning chill |
| Waves of sin brought to kill |
| Screams eroding panic |
| Wxplodes to their delight |
| Storm of sick and wrath |
| Fair angels demons follow |
| Where there is grace they shall nest |
| To smear their loathing and put them to rest |
| Wings of gold ripped off cold |
| Left dead without a soul |
| Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fist |
| Bereft of life indeed |
| Ripe and sweet, birth out of grain |
| Rotting meat all that remains |
| Sin may bring relief |
| Witness in awe the sight of celebration |
| Plow through it all, find nothing but deception |
| Leap into the furnace flames |
| Attack in numbers, let them stroke |
| Sanctimony breeds here undisturbed for reasons |
| No one knows and no one will |
| Darkness leads, eminent in gifts levitate and shifts |
| Watched from below transformed and flawed |
| No one’s left behind pain |
| Is here to stay these last of days |
| Silent praying spreads |
| Through the air without response |
| Storm of sick and wrath |
| Lights go out, stunning chill |
| Waves of sin brought to kill |
| Screams eroding panic |
| Explodes to their delight |
| Storm of sick and wrath |
| Thief of them all |
| Portrayed as distant somber |
| Hence they shall fall |
| Provoked and in time to reap the call |
| Fair angels demon follow |
| Where there is grace they shall nest |
| To smear their loathing and put them to rest |
| Wings of gold ripped off cold |
| Left dead without a soul |
| Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fest |
| All that’s left dies here with sorrow |
| Where angels go demons follow |
| Declining not shining deep |
| Is the pit where they all now sleep |