Lyrics
fight the frame of remorse
Onto peasants feet, stain it black
He is the one with the branded mark, braying through the night
Broken mouths too weak, vomit to their feet, too painful were his hands
These deadly lucid dreams, these deadly lucid dreams Landmine, a grasp too tight to fight
The slaughter has begun, to be forgiving of the guilty
Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart, these deadly lucid dreams, he is the one with the branded mark
Stain it black, light begins to cease
Innner discursion lost, wishing for an end Towers, wishing for an end
Watch the towers fall, wishing for an end
The slaughter has begun, he is the one with the branded mark Towers, onto peasants feet
Shatter through the day, bleach the burning face
Too painful were his hands, to be forgiving of the guilty
He is the one with the branded mark, broken mouths too weak
Onto peasants feet, braying through the night
wishing for an end
These deadly lucid dreams, shatter through the day, to be forgiving of the guilty
bleach the burning face
Onto peasants feet, inner discursion lost
a grasp too tight to fight
He is the one with the branded mark, graze amongst the cattle
Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart, these deadly lucid dreams, stain it black
open prayers of loss
Braying through the night, graze amongst the cattle, braying through the night
He is the one with the branded mark, bile drapes the towers
Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart, shatter through the day, a grasp too tight to fight
A grasp too tight to fight, he is the one with the branded mark
fight the frame of remorse
braying through the night
Towers draining light, the slaughter has begun Marathon, onto peasants feet
Watch the towers fall, these deadly lucid dreams, rake the skin
a grasp too tight to fight