..my mind bends the hammer..i muster my weakness to pry open my wrath..i see diamonds as your weakness peaks..grown by grass on buried bones my weakness is bound to split and kill the lesser half..sick poor men build my chapel..and their women give into me
I AM THE SHADOW IN EVERY SILENCE BRIMSTONE SHATTERS AS THE DEVIL AND I SLEEP FUCKING MY MIND WE CHAIN THE REST HELPLESS TO WATCH I AM THE MOTHER OF ALL THEIR EYES