Dies Irae - Warganism lyrics

rate me

I am the red in the sick bloodshot eyes

I wrap the flesh in black plastic suites

The gods and the shields speak no lies

My warganism is tied on a cold empty route.

Hands are claws and my head is a mess

My feet on the road, get ready again

Pump up the blood and don't look in my face

Feel the skin boiling inside like a circus of pain

Like the digits of a million centipedes connected to power

Pushing against the bastard sons of my enemies cavalry

I speak the false irreverent psalms in god's dirty hour

The skies echoes black in the dead mouth of war, soothing me

Let's build the freak as a new god on the shore

Let's come along together with the foulest roar

I'll be the one who stands in the dead mouth of war.<br />

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Thanks to Razvan