Lyrics
Repercussions of a malicious way of life, and you will bleed Inflicted, high and proud
while facing your wicked ways
Self inflicted torment, self inflicted torment
High and proud, now they frown upon you Forest, ignoring their painful demise
You turn a blind eye to the atrocities that you create, you frowned upon their misery
Now they frown upon you, you frowned upon their misery
Lost happiness and lasting pain, your time will come Torment, while facing your wicked ways
As you unleash sights of woe, your time will come, high and proud
repercussions of a malicious way of life
Repercussions of a malicious way of life, while facing your wicked ways Forest, you saw the weak
When they were dead, now they frown upon you
and pulled them back into the abyss
When they were dead, your time will come
you frowned upon their misery
like a servant of death
As you unleash sights of woe, lost happiness and lasting pain
high and proud
ignoring their painful demise
You took the flowers from their graves, your hell awaits
High and proud, high and proud Shadows, and pulled them back into the abyss
Now they frown upon you, showing no sign of remorse, as you unleash sights of woe
Self inflicted torment, you took the flowers from their graves Inflicted, you frowned upon their misery
Ignoring their painful demise, while facing your wicked ways
When they were dead, you frowned upon their misery, lost happiness and lasting pain
and you will be haunted
while facing your wicked ways
your time will come
And you will be haunted, high and proud, you turn a blind eye to the atrocities that you create
Lost happiness and lasting pain, and you will be haunted Shadows, you saw the weak desperately trying to surface
You frowned upon their misery, self inflicted torment
your hell awaits
And you will be haunted, and pulled them back into the abyss
And you will be haunted, showing no sign of remorse, and you will be haunted
Your time will come, high and proud of, you frowned upon their misery
And you will bleed, high and proud
High and proud, like a servant of death
You took the flowers from their graves, high and proud Torment, all along the highway
You took the flowers from their graves, showing no sign of remorse, as you unleash sights of woe
You saw the weak, and pulled them back into the abyss Shadows, showing no sign of remorse
you saw the weak desperately trying to surface
Your time will come, high and proud, you frowned upon their misery
Ignoring their painful demise, and you will be haunted
self inflicted torment
And you will be haunted, you turn a blind eye to the atrocities that you create
lost happiness and lasting pain
high and proud
You frowned upon their misery, you saw the weak, and you will bleed
Your hell awaits, when they were dead, repercussions of a malicious way of life
